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A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Part 01

Rothschild the Third in the Druid House

Damn you, George Washington.

He left me, his dear friend, behind, and went out of the Druid House all by himself.

But hey, I’m not lonely or anything! Not at all! I, Rothschild the Third, may look like a sketchy colonial banknote, but I have been out in the world for half a century since being printed at the mint with my fellow notes. So, yeah, I’m a respectable, wise… piece of paper. Yeah.

I-I-I’m not crying. And definitely not lonely either!

I’ve spent the past twenty years living a peaceful retired life, sitting on this dresser in a milk bottle. I’d chat about old times with my neighbor, old man George Washington, getting into dumb little arguments now and then.

Sigh. Looking back, those twenty years went by in a flash.

I was born at the New York Mint. They printed me along with my companions, packed us