Jason had a sudden nasty feeling. A wave of extreme vertigo had wiggled and shimmied down his body. He lost control over his legs and making a half twirl, like a drunken ballerina he collapsed in a puddle of loose clothing and limbs onto the floor.

He remained unconcious for several minutes. As his body continued to shrink and became hairless and pudgy. He lost his adulthood and in a particularly embarrassing moment for someone who had always been in control, lost control of his bladder. Fortunately for Jason, his Jockeys had been magically replaced with a soft, thick cloth diaper, into which his urine spread.

Less than five minutes later he awoke to a very damp crotch and an unplacable desire for something called a Baba and his old stuffed, bright yellow dog, which he hadn't seen or thought about in twenty years or so. But for Jason it was imperative that he have this yellowish beast immediately or he was going to cry.

Searching around himself for the location of this lovable friend he was perplexed by the nature of what his eyes took in. He wasn't alone. Surronding him were dozens of men and women in a frenzy of activity, shouting, running, several of whom in their hurry and being unaware that hew was even there nearly stepped on a small boy wearing only a diaper and on the verge of tears. The yellow dog was nowhere to be seen and neither was his Baba. The Golden boy wanted to cry, only his built up self control was preventing such a lapse.

Then before such an event could happen, ruining Jason's sense of himself totally, the now dimminuative little boy spotted something which perhaps could substitute for that missing yellow dog. About twenty feet away, high up on a computer terminal was a female stockbroker's personal touch. Something to add some humanity to the whirl and tussle of the NYSE trading floor. It was the most wonderful sight, a pink stuffed bear and it would make little Jason very happy.

Jason freed himself from the remains of his clouthes and makes his way over to the bear. Nearly getting lost in the swarm of legs, he must stop several times to avoid being crushed. But he never takes his eyes of off the prize. It is magnificent and he must have it. When he reaches terminal he must climb in order to reach it. This proves harder to do than he had thought, due to the clumsiness of his limbs. But, he manages, still undetected and grabs the pink bear. As he does so he looses his grip and falls. As he lands, on his not padded enough bottom, he is seized with surprise and sudden pain in his lower back and spin. he lets go with a tremendous scream and then begins crying to beat the band.

Everything stops. The mass of free market slaves freeze, like a group of lemmings suddeningly seeing the foolishness of going over the cliff and turn en masse towards the foreign sound. No sound like it had ever pierced their ears, at least not while they were engaged in Capitalism. No one knew what to do.

Finally a couple of the more traditional minded, (read older) female traders took Jason into their care and dried his tears, gave him the pink bear and quickly found a nearby day care to take him off their hands until the proper authorities could be notified. Jason was just happy to finally get his Baba and a dry diaper.

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