By Leonard Wibberley
By no means has "the funds game" been extra deliciously uncovered than during this creative comedy-satire. Grand Fenwick's mystery weapon this time is its Grand Pinot chewing gum. on the end of its successful struggle opposed to the USA, the duchy had lodged production rights to the product in an American corporation, the place they'd lain dormant. yet now the anti-smoking crusade is in complete tilt, gum revenues have boomed, and Grand Fenwick gets a payment, unheralded and undesirable, for a million dollars-its forty consistent with cent percentage of the 1st annual revenue. What consternation! For definitely not anything reliable may result from the inflow of these unneeded cash into the tidy economic system of Grand Fenwick (15 sq. miles; 5000 souls). And certainly the consternation is easily based. 365 days later, the ills of inflation already afflicting each Grand Fenwickian, excessive or low, Conservative or hard work, the revenue payment isn't 1000000 money, yet ten million. Now basically the benign Gloriana XII can retailer her humans, and concept is the same as the perilous second. selecting to lose the money by means of making an investment it on Wall road, she closes her eyes-a vintage method-and jabs on the monetary web page together with her embroidery needle. Then, having airmailed off to the States a purchase for inventory within the corporation her needle has skewered, she settles again with ease and optimistically to her embroidery. in actual fact Gloriana XII is not any monetary genius, and, in fact, her scheme is going awry. yet simply how so is an issue for Mr. Wibberley's risible ingenuity and for his readers. Suffice it to claim right here that mergers merge, conglomerates conglomerate, and sooner or later all of the cash markets of the realm start to wobble. For what if Grand Fenwick should still liquidate its billions-yes, they're billions now-of American resources and insist fee in gold?