Listen to the frog

City boys rarely ventured outside of the Square Mile and its pubs with plentiful ales and vixens. Senior broker on the Hot Air desk at Ye Aulde Dwarf Bank, Bayard, was no different. That is not until his curiosity led him down a charming, albeit dimly lit, alley, snaking through the densely built financial centre of the Capital. On that faithful day he decided to ditch his tie and follow his curiosity, enticed by the enchanting Spring air vibrations which make all the clerks chirpy at the sight of the snow receding as the month of February marches on.

The alley ended as abruptly as it began, leading Bayard into a small garden which he didn’t recall seeing during his previous forays into the depth of the stone jungle. He sat by a tiny pond, took out his notebook and just started sketching out the buildings surrounding the garden, when he noticed a shadow encroaching on him from behind. He turned and, to his surprise, saw a frog, holding a golden coin. “Are you trying to bribe me to get access to the client flow too?” - he joked, remembering the situation he had to deal with at work and smiling. The frog tossed the coin in the air, caught it, checking whether it got heads or tails, and responded, looking right into astounded Bayard’s eyes: “That’s right, innit! How much for dem orders duplicated to my private feed, real time?”. When the Happy Unicorn hedge funde comes calling, you rarely say no to their demands and Bayard knew it…

Entered by: 0x1d95…B149 and preserved on chain (see transaction)