Ms. Atkinson smiled across her desk at the well sitting opposite.
“So you’re hoping to take out a loan from our bank?”
“That’s right,” said the well, nervously. “To develop my business, you know.”
Ms. Atkinson consulted her computer screen.
“I do see from your application though that you already have a couple of failed businesses behind you…”
“I can explain that.” The well sloshed a little awkwardly. “My first business involved supplying water to a village. And that business lasted hundreds of years! But then everyone got connected up to the mains, and well, I just couldn’t compete.”
Ms. Atkinson nodded sympathetically. “Yes, I see.”
“I realised then that in this day and age you have to be prepared to diversify,” said the well. “So next I went into performance art.”
“Good heavens.” Ms. Atkinson’s eyebrows rose. “What an unusual rout