“I deal in finance, sir,” said Stork. “Biology is too much like science.”
“Gentlemen,” said Baxteeb to the three guards. “Could you leave us please?”
“You’ll be safe, Minister?” called What.
“Quite,” he replied.
When the guards walked away, Baxteeb leaned in close to Stork. “You want to see our books?” said Baxteeb under his breath. “You want fiction or non-fiction?”
“I like a good read,” said Stork politely.
“Tax on wooden eggs?” said Baxteeb. “Your ruse is a little light.”
“I know,” said Stork surveying the area around him. “It’s all I could think of quickly.”
“I admire initiative,” said Baxteeb. “Could have gone with choking hazard. You’d be surprised how many people actually put these things in their mouth. To get the circumference.”
“I’ll defer to a master,” said Stork.
“Tax
