"Now my child, what animal do potatoes come

"Now my child, what animal do potatoes come from?" "No, Grandad, you don't understand. Potatoes don't

like when you talk about them that way," Timmy whispered and glanced sideways. His grandad raised an eyebrow. Timmy went on, "But just so you know, potatoes are grown from seeds

and not pebbles, as you seem to think!" It had taken Timmy hours to dig up all the stones that his Grandad had buried in the yard, but this time there was no going back. It was the

last chance he had to make it right. His granddad was out of the house and he had to work fast. The yard looked like a bomb site. Time was running out. He turned around and there

was a little fellow with pointy ears & a feathered cap. "You want to make it right in a jiffy, don't cha me cherub?" Jeff nodded. "Shake here an yer souls mine & the yard's clean!"

But Jeff did not trust the little fellow as there was a glint in his teeth that did not match his eye. He chose instead to invest elsewhere, earning the ire of the fellow, who

Did a slight gimble until he caught the light with his eye so it would glint as well. The fellow had convinced Jeff! He invested, there, right there.

The prospect of something other than paper wealth was quite encouraging. I had lost everything before.

That loss in mind, I decided to pursue the opportunity in front of me. Perhaps the paper money had run its course. Perhaps I would be able to hold on to these new assets.

Perhaps not. But what the heck, life in the south of Mexico was cheap. I took a deep breath and filled out the lottery ticket. And what do you know... Mexico was great!