Good day my fine friends, in to days picture, which is a tale of the consequential detriment of fiscal lack, you cannot fail to see a truly blighted soul and unless you are of Vulcan or Sociopath origin I hold firm the belief that you cannot in all honesty cast your optical equipment upon my pet pals negative facial arrangement without a moistening of your very own organs of said optical effect and a no less than a severe tug, tug  tugging at the strings of your, otherwise stony cad type, heart.

This is not a mere disgruntled nature for the` heck of it` that you witness here, no tis an all too apparent pain upon my canine chums visage and I hear you impatiently say `Well what on earth is wrong? get on with it, stop mincing words, get it told immediately, now, this instance, this exact minute`

Right!  to the point, no further delay, no more beating about the bush, no dilly dallying or babbling on and on and on and on.  Both our good-selves, attired in our individual Superhero garb of choice had traversed a more than considerable distance to attend an annual convention of all things of comic book and said Superhero effect, and not without considerable expense I might add.   Now hold steady and do not fall prey to a faint or inadvertent tumble due to a recoil of horror when I impart to your good selves 

 “We were refused admittance!”   

I shall continue my fine friends in the hope you did not at this disclosure suffer a malady affecting a disposition of your constitution rendering you incapable of continuing to take heed.

Yes a jobs-worth type employee of entrance attendant type glanced first at my chubby canine chum then at a notification affixed on the wall which stated, now prepare yourself for this

’No Dogs Allowed’  

Well the sorrow of this tale is that this unfortuitous discrimination transpired through the aforementioned fiscal lack of my pet pal.

When he purchased his attire of `guise de superhero` he had insufficient funds to enable the purchase of a complete ensemble and therefore left the emporium of costumery after quite a fatiguing battle of barter type with a “I’ll be having none of that discount malarkey” proprietor.

Therefore with a less than satisfactory transaction having taken place the result was my pal was lacking the significant masque that possessed the ability to render the true identity of the sporting party to a state of anonymity therefore due to this said lack it was apparent to all and sundry he was of a beastie genre.   Yours truly having donned my own mask of exceptional power, rather fetchingly due to the jaunty angle at which it was set and the rubied cord of secure gurantee of I might add, was fortuitous in that all who glanced upon my visage, tis a shame its handsomeness was partially obscured, had not the ability to note I was not of stereotypical earthly type therefore no such blatant discrimination fell upon my good self

Well I ask you in this time of ultra modernity and advanced millenium age should any type suffer through fiscal lack or discrimination, there can only be one response, 

“Absolutely not! LemMe old bean” 

Well my pet pal was so pained as you can see and catapulted into a state of progressive melancholy and has since in an uncontrollable fit shredded his otherwise fine garb as a result of such prejudice but I feel I must halt now in my relate of this tale as its recall has rendered me with a more than mild discomfort about my person and bitter taste of the consequence of inequality and indifference of others to his suffering both which I confidently feel will relieved by a comforting lush and gluttonous chocolaty treat or two.