“Tuit’s are hard to come by…’specially round ones,” the wee man looked up at me with a glint in his eye. I studied him, puzzled for a moment. “But, you have so many,” I pointed out, as I looked beyond his stately tophat to the pile of Tuits he had so carefully stacked end to end.

He smiled a disturbing grin and winked as he snatched a Tuit from the center of the stack and handed it over to me, “Guard this one and never lose it. Don’t let anyone take it away from you.” He placed it gently in my outstretched hand, closing my fingers tightly between his thick chubby hands.

I couldn’t help but smile back. “All the times I have talked of the many things I would when ever I got around to it.” He chuckled heartily. “Ah, Lass, thankfully, it is finally here! And now you have your very own round Tuit, there should be fantastic results.”

He dropped my hand and as I walked away, I tucked my Round Tuit deep in my pocket. I turned back to thank him, and he, with his stack of Tuits, was gone.