One Day in 1868 At a Cornish Tin Mine.
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“Tin! We’ve struck ‘Tin!’ At the mine! It’s gushing thirty-feet high from the drilling rig!”
The mine manager, a Mr. Montague ‘Monty’ Morency, looked at the miner with something of a kind, fatherly gaze.
“Tin does not gush, Stevens. Tin tends to just ‘be’. One of Tin’s most useful attributes is that it ‘does not’ dissolve and run away back into the ground from where it has been found.” Monty stood tall and backed up his words with a stance of particular magnitude and decorum.
“But!” managed Stevens. “It’s definitely gushing, and it’s definitely ‘Tin’ – we’ve discovered Liquid Tin! You could tell Stevens was excited by the manner that he was literally bouncing from foot to foot. If could be said that he was ‘jumping for joy’.
“Now, come on, Stevens; we all know that ‘Tin’ doesn’t pour, flow, decant or run lazily downstream, is how can it ‘gush’? Are you perhaps mistaking ‘Oil’ for your ‘Liquid Tin’?
“No, Sir; it’s definitely ‘Liquid Tin’- Archie says so.
“Archie Lummox ? The great big… well, lummox, has told you to tell me that we have found ‘Liquid Tin’?
“That’s right. Archie told me, to tell you, that we, had discovered Liquid Tin!.”*
“And what is the date today, Stevens?”
“April the… oh! Has he done it again?”
“I think so, Stevens. As well as being a ‘lummox’ Archie Anthill is also an April Fooler!”
‘Monty’ looked at Stevens dejected walk as he returned to the mining area.
“Liquid Tin, indeed.”
And so the Liquid Tin was left to dissipate into the ground and was never seen again in Cornwall – or anywhere else for that matter.