The goldfish o’ Pechera swam round peacefully till the banana men came & put signs up round the sand castles & coral reefs.
“No trespassing,” 1 o’ them said gruffly when Guillermo neared.
“There was no problem with me swimming through this castle before,” said Guillermo.
“Rules are rules,” the banana man said with crossed arms. “Look @ this contract. You can’t argue with contracts.”
“Why, sir, I can’t see any text in this soggy paper,” said Guillermo. “It looks like your contract’s all wet.”
& that was how the goldfish o’ Pechera smashed capitalism.