Beacon Hill broker, “Son did you understand the lesson I’m trying to teach you?”

Yes. He responded.

Beacon Hill broker. Do you want cereal? (He nods) Here you go.

The Beacon Hill broker’s son stared at the box and his cereal bowl.

As his imagination, completely took over his thoughts:

Suddenly it began to shake. Mr. and Mrs. Cheerios held hands as they began their final journey. They swiftly descended until they were flying through the air. Suddenly they plopped into a oval surface, then a white liquid plopped on them, they began to float.
“Whew. That wasn’t so bad was it?” Mr. Cheerio asked.
“I guess not. But look over there. What is that strange looking morsel? It doesn’t look like us. I haven’t seen anything like it.”
Mr. Cheerios peered across the bowl. “Neither have I, but my guess would be it is some sort of Cocoa Puff. Maybe we should swim over there; we could learn more.”
“Are you sure we should? Cocoa Puffs have a bad reputation. I mean, what if its dangerous? Or maybe we won’t understand it?” Mrs. Cheerios worried.
“Maybe you’re right. I think we should just stay here with our cheerios.”
The bowl began to vibrate; Mr. and Mrs. Cheerios held each other tightly. A large metal object scooped them up, along with other Cheerios and the Cocoa Puff. There was panic all around them. As the spoon dropped Mr. and Mrs. Cheerios began a new journey, Mr. Cheerios said, “I guess all of us end up in the same place in the end, whether we are Cheerios or Cocoa Puffs.”

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