A NEW START

After two years sandpapering weasels in his father’s factory and a further two removing elbows for Alanov, Jim was ready for a new challenge. As the months went by, it became clear that no wizard or dwarf was going to knock on his door asking for assistance in recovering treasure from a dragon, so it was time to dust off the long-forgotten ‘p’-word and be proactive. A Submaster of Achievement certificate yellowed in his drawer, testament to Jim’s lengthy and costly education, but where had all the study of planetary geochemistry and Renaissance poetry got him? Kids straight out of school were shaving stoats, and from there it was only a short step to weasel finishing.
Jim was just about to turn in for the night - after another evening firing lasers at endangered species on his PC - when the ‘message received’ notification flashed up on his monitor. Mechanically, Jim double-clicked on the minimised application, and there it was …