One fine morning, Patricia Black set out for work. By the time she arrived at The People’s National Bank, she was ready for anything.
Well, almost everything.
At about ten o’clock, she was surprised by the appearance of a frog, who hopped right up to her desk and said, “Ribbit!”
Not one to turn away a customer, she asked, “What can I help you with today?”
The frog said, “Ribbit.”
She didn’t know what ribbit meant, so she would have to make some guesses. “Would you like a loan?”
There was something affirmative in that ribbit, so she replied, “You’ve come to the right place! The first thing I need to know is if you have some collateral.”
The frog spit up something on the desktop.
Delicately she picked it up and studied it. It was some sort of clay statue of a unicorn, about the size of a cell phone. But what was it? Knowing she wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of the frog, she turned to the man at the desk next to her, Joel Bey. “Joel, can you tell me what this is?”
Joel frowned thoughtfully, but he shrugged. “No idea.”
If there was anyone who would know, it was her boss, the bank manager, Walter O’Connor. She excused herself to the frog and headed to his office immediately.
He waved her in as if he were glad to see her. He was always glad to see everybody. He was just that kind of boss. “What can I help you with, Patricia?” he asked.
She explained her new client and held up the unicorn. “And this is what he would like to use as collateral, but I have no idea what it is.”
Walter studied it, muttering, “I haven’t seen one of these in a long time.”
“What is it?”
“Why it’s a knick-knack, Patty Black, give the frog a loan!”
I … I’ll see myself out.