The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have managed to lock themselves in a derelict theatre in Reality (they live in Allegory), by entering a box or cabinet of some sort in the basement of The tré (Otterstow's small theatre). Ignatius (the mayor) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents (Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina). They have been unable to open the box as of yet and Ignatius is trying to find out if they can legally enlist the aid of others who might be able to and if it is legal to even enter Reality.
What's going on right now:
The parents of Grace and Simon are disappointed that they can't call Liza PrIgel (no one seems to know her number or rover handle). Ignatius invites them to Nora (his home, the mayoral mansion) for a spot of alcohol. Ignatius is also appraising Clare for an important task.
About the page...
Nora, Iggy's home (paid for by the citizens of Otterstow) has a cellar that would put to shame even the largest pubs in Trinova. As the parents are despondent at having to wait for Ignatius to make a round trip to the Big Smoke (AKA Trinova), he has invited them over for a bit of free drink after closing at the pub.
Ignatius also takes note of Clare's debating skills.
For those who might not be familiar, the "Horse and Sparrow" theory of economics makes the analogy that if a horse (i.e., the fiduciary elite [AKA rich people]) is fed even more oats (i.e., is given even more money) then the manure that it produces will have a great deal of undigested oats for the sparrows (i.e., those who are not rich) to eat. That is illustrated by Thaddeus.
Clare rebuts this theory, pointing out that a) feeding a horse too many oats can actually be fatal for the horse (this is actually true). b) Clare points out that she is not a sparrow. c) Nobody wants to eat what comes out of the south end of a horse facing north.
I neither support nor refute this theory. I used it because it makes a good pun using the names of animals.
In the last panel, I wanted to point out that Ignatius is shorter than Clare. No, he does not have a Napoleon complex.
I also hope Clare has not offended any stockbrokers. She honestly thinks Thaddeus is a nice person.
Drawing completed - 23 NOV 2010
Black Kettle Pub
"Erm, look, why don't you stop by Nora, after the Kettle closes," Ignatius invited. "We can all have a little something - take our minds off the situation."
As this seemed to brighten their moods slightly, Ignatius excused himself momentarily.
For the next twenty minutes, Ignatius stood patiently by as he watched Clare slowly dissect, dismember and bury Thaddeus' view of horse-and-sparrow economics.
Eventually, Thaddeus took the opportunity of getting some relief, although more from Clare's disputation, rather than from his bladder.
"Hello Clare," Ignatius said with a smile.
"Good evening, Your Honour," she answered politely.
"I must say, you seem to be rather knowledgeable about the world of economics," Ignatius admired. "You certainly gave Thaddeus some food for thought."
"Well, be fair," Clare admitted, "his perspective is somewhat coloured by the fact that he makes his living as a stockbroker."