Not What You Think

I inherited the beach ball factory from my dad. I took over the day to day management and soon ran the company into the ground.

After auctioning off all the manufacturing machines, office equipment, and the building to pay back the creditors, all I was left with was the beach ball from the lobby display case.

I took the beach ball to the lake and had a great time frolicking in the water.

Afterwards as I lay resting in the sand, the beach ball revealed everything that happened was part of its elaborate plan of escape.

It’s like my uncle Saul used to say, “The world is run by unseen forces.”