By Leonard Wibberley
By no means has "the funds game" been extra deliciously uncovered than during this inventive comedy-satire. Grand Fenwick's mystery weapon this time is its Grand Pinot chewing gum. on the end of its triumphant struggle opposed to the us, 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 cost, unheralded and undesirable, for a million dollars-its forty in line with cent proportion of the 1st annual revenue. What consternation! For without doubt not anything stable may result from the inflow of these unneeded cash into the tidy economic climate of Grand Fenwick (15 sq. miles; 5000 souls). And certainly the consternation is definitely based. three hundred and sixty five days later, the ills of inflation already afflicting each Grand Fenwickian, excessive or low, Conservative or hard work, the revenue money isn't a million cash, yet ten million. Now purely the benign Gloriana XII can keep her humans, and thought is the same as the perilous second. identifying to lose the cash through making an investment it on Wall road, she closes her eyes-a vintage method-and jabs on the monetary web page along 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 very easily and optimistically to her embroidery. sincerely Gloriana XII isn't any monetary genius, and, after all, 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 funds markets of the area start to wobble. For what if Grand Fenwick may still liquidate its billions-yes, they're billions now-of American resources and insist money in gold?