“You have no vocational training whatsoever, so there’s very little I can do. Maybe a part-time job in the sanitation industry?” Ms. White said.
“I have special skills,” the dwarf said.
“What kind of special skills?”
“Got any straw?”
“This is an office, sir.”
The dwarf took out a knitting hook and grabbed a handful of shredded paper from the trash. In a moment he handed her a gold bracelet.
“We might be able to come to some sort of arrangement,” Ms. White said as she admired his handiwork.
“Yes, we might,” the dwarf said, eyeing Ms. White’s pregnant belly.
Author’s Note: You get all kinds at the unemployment office.
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