[pshrynk]

The ship was finally docked and the gangplank down. The passengers were all lined up and ready to disembark. The Customs and Immigration officials were lined up with their hands out and the captain gave the signal that the hatches were to be opened. A long parade of passengers began to walk down the planks.

A rather large and very plump woman carrying a small poodle wafted past the officals, followed by a small, nervous man who handed out bills in her wake.

Two men dressed in black with white ties and spats sauntered down the gangplank and engaged the officials in light hearted banter and were waved through.

In the back, a small man furtively looked out over the dock area and frequently checked his pocketwatch. Beside him, a large dog sat and looked bored. Finally, a large black car pulled up to the foot of the gangplank andthe pair walked forward.

They were stopped at the foot and asked the usual questions.

"Name?"

"Hank, Comte de Bois Aussi!"

The official moved his lips and looked up. "Count of a forest, also?"

"It's a long story!"

"Here on business or pleasure?"

"Both. I am here for the pleasure of winning a large fortune in a very special game of so called chance, in order to further my business."

"Right. Pass on."

As they walked to the waiting car, the dog said, "Huh. They didn't even ask my name."

"They thought you were merely a dog, my friend."

"You'd think that the only talking dog in the world would get a bit more attention."

"You may not be the only one any more. We lost track of Dr Montsnmags several weeks ago and he seems incapable of not tinkering with such things."

"I'd like to tinker with him if I ever get the chance..."