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It was a peculiarly misty afternoon, I remember, down by the loch. The air was damp, and the water was as still as a glass floor. My wife and I, we were just enjoyin' a quiet moment, you know, appreciatin' the natural beauty of Scotland.

Suddenly, out from the water, comes this huge creature, with eyes as big as dinner plates and a long, slender neck, just like they describe in them old stories. 'Twas the Loch Ness Monster, no doubt about it. And would ya believe it, that monster started talkin' to us, in a voice as deep as the loch itself.

"Excuse me," it says, real polite-like. "I don't mean to be a bother, but could I borrow about tree fiddy?"

Now, my wife, she's a sharp one, she squints her eyes and asks, "Tree fiddy for what, exactly?"

And that's when the Loch Ness Monster, oh, it gets this shy look about it, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It says, "Well, ya see, I'm tryin' to cultivate some medicinal mushrooms down in the depths, and I need tree fiddy to buy these fancy injection ports. They help keep the cultivation sterile and whatnot."

Well, I couldn't believe my ears. The Loch Ness Monster, a mycologist! Who would've thunk it? But my wife, she's not one to be easily fooled. She narrows her eyes and says, "Now, Nessie, you're tellin' me you need tree fiddy for mushroom injection ports? I ain't never heard such a story."

The monster looks down, kinda embarrassed, and mumbles, "Yes, ma'am. It's for my mushroom farm. I promise I'm good for the money."

Now, I'm thinkin' to myself, this is the Loch Ness Monster, a legend, a creature of mystery, askin' for a loan for mushroom farming. The world's a strange place, ain't it? So, I reach into my pocket, thinkin' maybe we should help the poor creature out.

But my wife, she grabs my arm and says, "Don't you give that monster no tree fiddy! Next thing ya know, it'll be askin' for more!"

So, we kindly declined Nessie's request and the monster slipped back into the water without another word.