The Cunning Rich Teases

Somewhere near the first state fairgrounds Harrington was wearing a tight-fitting Scottish cap while lying on a green grass lawn looking up into the blue sky filled with sunshine.

“I am a favorite working them angels being a winner as an art of a warrior putting things in their rightful place,” He could hear himself reciting internal dialogue.

Suddenly a shadow appeared, “Cespedes Z Tam,” a Spanish accent could be heard, “please show me what is on your skull, Cespedes Z Tam.”

Quickly Harrington opened his eyes, stood up in a respectable manor only to see Dupont exiting from the highway named after him.

“I was on one wild ride,” Dupont continued “and I saw you relaxing and need your help.”

“And if I give you a false response. What? Will you be out of the money?” Harrington shot off a few questions.

Since Dupont came from wealth, he laughed off the comment, “HeHeHaHa, out of the money oh boy is that a long shot but it is funny,” Dupont quickly turned serious, “Someone wanted to put the Majestic Mistress in her place!”

“Really, that lovely Hanover majestic mistress or another Majestic Mistress?” And it was then a dark cloud developed from above in the form of a skeleton hand and arm.

“It’s the Skyway Raptor,” both screamed wanting the survive the fossil wrath.

Lightning started to flash, thunder rumbled showing a message, “are you happy a long shot idea like the favorite Majestic Mistress was put in her place?”

Magically the rain started to fall forcing Dupont and Harrington to take cover under a tree, “Let’s make a wish showing we are making effort to claim the Majestic Mistress.”

“That is a clever idea,” Dupont agreed,

A second later, they were transported to the castle residencies, “I am waiting for the fashion maker,” a beautiful princess spoke wearing the latest designer creation, “to look good in my place.”

On cue an indigent paying off debts since he was out of the money carried a kettle, “Techino Hanover?” He inquired.

“Yes, I would love Chinese Tea,” Princess Hanover the former Majestic Mistress took a seat.

It was then Dupont and Harrington made the move carrying roses in a bowl wearing sweaters they found at a discount clothing store, “I am the Casimir Rum Runner,” Harrington made the introduction, and this is my financial assistant Dupont.

“Oh Hi, Harrington,” the Majestic Mistress Princess Hanover smiled, “I remember you from my gypsy days over at the first state fair and Dupont, thank you for setting up this fantasy trip, I am now royalty.”

Then throughout the night the trio developed modern plans to say goodbye to the past’s ugly weather only to enjoy the future’s warmth.