EpilOguE
The spring sun shone merrily over Habiting. There was a feeling of spring in the air, and there was not a trouble in the world. Bubbles sat sipping champagne and orange juice, wearing his best morning jacket. Above the entrance to his old cave was printed a new sign: "B. Boogers, esquire." The law practice was booming. Every time a Habit with money needed help getting out of some jam, they always went to Bubbles. He had to turn the work away, and the more he charged, the more they lined up. Even now, imported Dworcs worked his security at the gates far out of sight to keep away the pleading Habits from whining and ruining his morning. What was the secret to Bubbles' legal success? It certainly wasn't his education. In fact, his law degree was a forgery. It wasn't his hard work-that was one thing that had definitely not changed! Maybe it was his clothes. he always went to court in the best of three-piece suits, and always with a funny-looking flower in his lapel. Bubbles was reading the morning paper. "Condo glut threatens Habiting skyline," the headline read.
"Stinking riff-raff!" shouted Bubbles, and slammed his paper down on the coffee table. "Messing up my view!" His grandfather's hole had been given a complete makeover, and in fact, now holes were hard to find, and ordinary Habits all wished they could live in the "grand old style." Bubbles heard the phone. One of his richest customers had called!
"Hello, Mr. Nasea." Bubbles said.
"Yes, I am here to discuss something.my bill." Mr. Nasea said. "A down payment of $5,500 and $600 for the next 5 years! It sounds like I am buying a new top-of-the-line sports car!"
"Exactly." Bubbles said, hanging up his phone. As he sat and pondered how incredibly cushy his life had become, a distant memory was stirred in his mind. It sounded like a gasoline engine or a low-flying plane. Suddenly, out of nowhere a motorcycle fell from the sky. "Not again!" said Bubbles.
"Ah, Bubbles, old chum!" Gandork looked like business had favored him, too, since the stork competition had been wiped out. In fact, he had just landed a deal with a major advertising agency putting his picture on disposable diaper packages. Still, the old entrepreneurial gleam was in his eye.
"Don't even say it, pal," said Bubbles. "I don't need another contract."
"But look!" Gandork exclaimed, waving his arm at all the expensive furniture. "The last deal sure worked out! Think of how much better things could get!"
"I've got money enough already, now, no thanks to you," said Bubbles acidly, "and if I learned anything from you last time, it was that being lazy can sure be a lot of work." Gandork never would agree, thought Bubbles. He was just a crazy old coot always running off after some scheme. He realized that all of his earlier admiration was misplaced. Gandork was not like Bubbles; he was entirely different. He spent about 30 seconds thinking about this, and all the mysteries of life, and suddenly decided to find some common ground with Gandork on the one thing that they would always agree.
"How about a drink?" Bubbles asked.
The spring sun shone merrily over Habiting. There was a feeling of spring in the air, and there was not a trouble in the world. Bubbles sat sipping champagne and orange juice, wearing his best morning jacket. Above the entrance to his old cave was printed a new sign: "B. Boogers, esquire." The law practice was booming. Every time a Habit with money needed help getting out of some jam, they always went to Bubbles. He had to turn the work away, and the more he charged, the more they lined up. Even now, imported Dworcs worked his security at the gates far out of sight to keep away the pleading Habits from whining and ruining his morning. What was the secret to Bubbles' legal success? It certainly wasn't his education. In fact, his law degree was a forgery. It wasn't his hard work-that was one thing that had definitely not changed! Maybe it was his clothes. he always went to court in the best of three-piece suits, and always with a funny-looking flower in his lapel. Bubbles was reading the morning paper. "Condo glut threatens Habiting skyline," the headline read.
"Stinking riff-raff!" shouted Bubbles, and slammed his paper down on the coffee table. "Messing up my view!" His grandfather's hole had been given a complete makeover, and in fact, now holes were hard to find, and ordinary Habits all wished they could live in the "grand old style." Bubbles heard the phone. One of his richest customers had called!
"Hello, Mr. Nasea." Bubbles said.
"Yes, I am here to discuss something.my bill." Mr. Nasea said. "A down payment of $5,500 and $600 for the next 5 years! It sounds like I am buying a new top-of-the-line sports car!"
"Exactly." Bubbles said, hanging up his phone. As he sat and pondered how incredibly cushy his life had become, a distant memory was stirred in his mind. It sounded like a gasoline engine or a low-flying plane. Suddenly, out of nowhere a motorcycle fell from the sky. "Not again!" said Bubbles.
"Ah, Bubbles, old chum!" Gandork looked like business had favored him, too, since the stork competition had been wiped out. In fact, he had just landed a deal with a major advertising agency putting his picture on disposable diaper packages. Still, the old entrepreneurial gleam was in his eye.
"Don't even say it, pal," said Bubbles. "I don't need another contract."
"But look!" Gandork exclaimed, waving his arm at all the expensive furniture. "The last deal sure worked out! Think of how much better things could get!"
"I've got money enough already, now, no thanks to you," said Bubbles acidly, "and if I learned anything from you last time, it was that being lazy can sure be a lot of work." Gandork never would agree, thought Bubbles. He was just a crazy old coot always running off after some scheme. He realized that all of his earlier admiration was misplaced. Gandork was not like Bubbles; he was entirely different. He spent about 30 seconds thinking about this, and all the mysteries of life, and suddenly decided to find some common ground with Gandork on the one thing that they would always agree.
"How about a drink?" Bubbles asked.
