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During the summer of 2011 I was getting ready for my first year of Middle School. I decided that if I wanted to have any friends at my new place of learning I would have to make some money, that way I could buy pizzas for everyone or who knows, even go bowling.

It was July when I made currency my goal so I had about five weeks before school started. I earned my first bucks by washing my parents cars, but that simply wasn't bringing in enough cash flow for the operation I was planning. One late summer night I broke out a calculator to decide just how much capital I would need to make my dreams into a reality I could achieve. After factoring in ever possible cost of something which would help raise my social status at school I arrived at a figure of 18,345 dollars. Needless to say I would have to cut some of the said costs.

I collapsed in my bed afraid of that daunting number, exhausted by my hard work and I fell into a deep sleep. During my rest I had a vision, that vision may have been the single most important lesson I've ever received. I walked in a redwood forest amongst a pack of deer. One who trod beside me turned to look into my eyes and to my utter shock began to speak "My child, if a hunting license you do receive than currency will follow in its path". Before I could respond the entire pack was slaughtered around me and a group of hunters descended on the animal corpses, pulling crisp $100 bills out of them. The next morning I woke up with a plan

Like the French fur traders of old I would make my fortune selling hides to rich white families. The Deer's words rang in my head though, how would I get a hunting license? After some deliberation I saw that the need for such a license was useless since I could simply hunt my quarry with my dad's shotgun, the skinned pelts and meat could easily be sold on the black market.

For an entire week I looked for beavers in Florida, shotgun in my hands and bowie knife hanging from my belt. I searched from sunrise to sunset yet my hunt was in vain, the only beavers to be found were safely guarded in local zoos (many of which I am now banned from after trying to steal their beavers). It was now almost August and I had sunk into a depression, what kind of hunter was I? I had all the equipment, I had spirit and confidence, all I needed was the chance. Back then when I was lonely I would go behind my house and sit by the canal, staring into the murky waters so I sought solace their.

I sat down setting my gun down beside me (I carried it with me everywhere except when I saw an officer of the law, that's when I would hastily shove it down my trousers). A turtle was swimming across the water, I wondered how much a turtle shell would pay for, probably a lot in the Asian market but sadly I had no oriental connection in the black market. So I continued to sit wallowing in sorrow, but then I saw a ripple in the water.

Scales emerged from the water and I put one hand on the grip of my shotgun, eyes sprouted up above the surface, the alligator was staring intently at the turtle. EUREKA! How had I not thought of it before, alligator skins were worth a fortune! I picked up my shotgun and stood up "Hey!" I yelled at the scaly beast, "Over here!". The gator fixed its gaze on me and began to swim. It approached the shore and I readied my weapon, my aim was steady as ever, I could not miss. The beast sprang out of the canal and before it hit the ground I pumped it full of buckshot, despite this the gator charged forward, I pumped the shotgun and aimed once more, at the head this time. I waited one second for the alligator to be close enough (about five feet away from me) before pulling the trigger, the buckshot hit true killing the alligator instantly.

I breathed heavily, hearing police sirens in the distance. (myabe not the best idea to shoot a gun in the middle of a suburban neighborhood) quickly i grabbed the crocks tale and began dragging it through my fence into my backyard. the police arrived at my front door saying they had heard reports of a gun firing behind my house, I told them I had seen some Mexican kids had been hanging out by the canal and the police left me alone, calling in for backup. After arresting several Mexican children the police finally left and I walked out back.

I made a call to my liaison with the black market, a man named Jorge. "Hola niño pequeño, ¿tienes algo que vender?" he said "Sí, tengo un cocodrilo de siete pies de largo, ven a buscarlo a mi casa. Te lo daré por 5.000 dólares, trae dinero en efectivo" I responded, "muy bien, adiós" he said hanging up.

Twenty minutes later a van pulled up behind my house and Jorge and I loaded the alligator into the back of the vehicle. He respected our agreement paying $5,000 in cash "Gracias amigo" I said smiling as he got into his van before pulling away. five thousand dollars, it wasn't much but it was a start.