In a last desperate throw of the dice, Greece has left a small, timber-clad pony on the steps of Brussels.
Always ones to look a gift-horse in the mouth, creditors refused to drag it inside and instead bet heavily on it to win at the ten to midnight handicap at Chepstow.
“We weren’t expecting that”, admitted Greek PM Alexis Tsipras.”We’d rather banked on them popping it into the vault.”
“Although in hindsight, it wouldn’t have done well at jumping. Like our economy, it tends toward the flat.”
Using a complex system of money laundering, the creditors have bet what remains of Greece’s money against their own horse.
Not once did they think to look inside for a poorly paid warrior who hadn’t been paid for six months.
“I suppose we could still win”, said Tsipras. “Our hopes are once again pinned on a loan warrior.”
“But where once we had Odysseus and Ajax, we now rely on Peter Dinklage. And if our European Film Fund cheque bounces, we’re all fucked.”