The Tortoise sat down with a sigh and a groan. “It’s my ankles,” he said, and winced. The Hare of Herz nodded; his own joints schnirkel‑creaked. “Listen, my friend,” Tortoise said, “could you lend me a bit of money?” Hare set his cup down. All he had were a few old nails. #Microfiction #aiart #vss