Fortune raised her eye-brows when the panhandler wished his benefactors good luck. She wasn’t happy to be tossed around like a floozy among desperate men in need of chump change. “Why should good luck be free to give? Where’s the equality in that?” To change her image, she turned luck into a commodity for exchange on the market. Units would now come in cookies to be bought and sold at the local supermarket. Whether the luck turned good or bad remained speculation but regardless, Fortune became wealthy overnight.
Nelly, the cat with nine lives, danced circles around Death. He had escaped all sorts of trouble from flying pianos, driver-less cars, lightning strikes, tall trees, quicksand, “friendly” dogs, large soles, curious kids, etc. Confident in his good luck, Nelly went up to the Grim Reaper, purred, and rubbed up against its feet. The Reaper picked him up and sighed. “Another black cat… Could bring bad luck and more paperwork. Lets have you reincarnated soon.”