Chance For the Dance

Bloody race horses! Flamin’ ‘Hilly’. He said he had the inside news ‘Put everything you own on it, the horse just cannot lose’. To think I listened to him; he’s left me right up the creek, ‘cause now I’m ‘stony’ broke. Payday’s not ‘til Friday week. Well ‘Hilly’ he just gave a grin. Said “Don’t worry she’ll be right. Here, take a quid and pay me back when you get paid next Friday night”. “Hang on” I said, “You’ve got money left, I’d like to know how come!” “Oh!” grinned ‘Hilly’ “I got late news; the jockey said the horse won’t run”. ‘That’s great!’ I thought, at least his quid has put me in the black. But Andy, who loaned me last time, now wants his money back. So here I am quid-less; a sad and sorry looking sight with not a ‘cracker’ to me name and the dance is on tonight. “Well ain’t you going?” Andy asked. I answered, “Don’t think so, I don’t feel like walking to the door when I ain’t got any ‘dough”. “Money! You don’t need money; ain’t you got a rabbit skin, they’re worth more than a ‘bob’ you know, two will get you in”. I thought about what Andy said … about what gets me through the door, but hang on! Here’s another thought. A fox skin’s worth much more. A rabbit only brings a ‘bob’, but a fox, well he’s worth five. Surely they will give me change. Three ‘bob’ will help me to survive. I don’t normally have this cunning nature but times are really hard. If I’m to deal a winning hand I must hold the trumping card. When the ‘sheila’ asked for money, I looked sad and dropped me head. “Well have you got two rabbit skins?” That’s when I brightened up and said. “Sorry Love I don’t have rabbit, but I have a fox instead”. “Fine” she beamed, “A fox is great” then she whispered when she said “Fox skins are worth much more than rabbit”. She checked the fox for mange - then handed me two hare and a rabbit skin as change.