Wednesday, June 1, 2011

He used to be an investment manager...


It was a duck. Well, a wooden duck. And it was a talking wooden duck. In fact, it continually insisted on giving investing advice to Sig, who really didn’t want any. Though he had to admit the explanation the duck had given regarding mutual funds and dividends last weekend had been really helpful. And maybe the bit about CDs with fixed interest rates. But that was it. And who had a talking wooden duck anyways? It made duck hunting tough as hell, and the other hunters laughed at him. Even if they all took the duck’s advice on day trading. 

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