The Secretary Taking Notes And The Count Losing Pounds

Due to a ruling that came down from the governing secretary stating the number of French quarters and English pounds that Count Fleet could carry the royal was in a full out sprint when he reached the luscious oak lawn owned by Whitmore.

“This was Whitmore’s investment place,” he said trying to catch his breath, “and If I see him, I am going to tell the financier this strike power move was going to put us out of the money.”

Wearing a Derby made in Arkansas Whitmore appeared from nowhere and this startled Count Fleet, “Whitmore it is good to see you they are trying to take our quarters and pounds away.”

“Rumour has it the crown wearers will live healthier,” Whitmore noted, “they say without all the pounds and being around French quarters, you know.”

“This beautiful Oaklawn where you had all those shows is an empire of gold,” Count Fleet widened his arms highlighting the landscape where the people rule.

“Yes, we shot off that cosmic zoom rocket here and everybody cheered,” Whitmore boasted with a smile.

“That one was a winner, the CZ Rocket it was called,” Count Fleet remembered.

“Such a beautiful peaceful launch.”

“Anyway,” Count Fleet continued the discussion, “I was down at the Caddo River the place where your favorite concert tour show performed.”

“The Super Stock band and they were a winning investment too,” Whitmore gave an affirmative head nod, “they had that lead singer who was out of the money.”

“Did you get her number?” Count Fleet chuckled,

“She said in the show her name was Junesandra,” Whitmore paused while thinking about the maiden with a special weight, “she wore this outfit that was a winner, continental coins draped all over, she looked like a million.”

“That’s for sure,” Count Fleet agreed.

“And in a second like she drank an anti-gravity potion she shot into the stars,”

“Only, to come back down and be out of the money,” Count Fleet growled showing teeth, “bamalama,”

“Ding dong opportunity knocked,” Whitmore forced a fake smile, “right.”

“She left me, Whitmore and now the secretary wants to know how many pounds I am carrying in my French quarters.”

“Well, my friend, I will tell you, go down make a reservation for a hot springs staycation right now, relax there for some time and when you come back the secretary will have to give you some pounds back.”

“That is a really clever idea like being in a natural state,” Count Fleet decided to put the economic recovery plan to work.