Len and Bert stood outside the bookmakers counting their change.

“How much do you have?” Len asked.

“60p” Bert replied.

“How much do you have on your bank card?”

“30p”.

Len scratched his fleece.

“So….that means we only need £4999 and 10p by tomorrow morning to pay off Jimmy the Gopher.”

They sat on the side of the curb and put their heads together.

“We could always commit suicide.” Bert suggested. “Or..we could beg for it… I have an old hat at home.. we could use that to collect coins!” Bert said

“Bert my friend, we need close to 5000 pounds… I think we’d have to meet some very generous pedestrians to get even close to that. No,my friend… Keep thinking!”

“Could we borrow it?”

“With our credit? We don’t even have a bank account!!”

Suddenly, who happened to chance by, but Nigel the news newt on the opposite side of the street. He was carrying a satchel with that days local papers. He was waving one paper above his head.

“Read all about it – read all about it! Madame Rosalita the Cow to auction off her diamond necklace tomorrow at East Finchley Auction house. Expects to raise 250 thousand pounds for handicapped otters.”

Lens eyes came alive with light and fire. He grabbed Berts arm … “That’s it, Bert!! If we can’t beg for it, borrow for it.. then we’ll have to steal it!! Take that 60p and go and buy that newspaper!”