|Art c/o Jenn|
"It was a beautiful Tuesday with friendly clouds in a bright blue sky smiling down upon the world right up until an unfriendly fireball frowned upon my house. By 'frowned upon' I mean demolished. It made the day substantially less beautiful for me.
"So a fireball came out of nowhere and destroyed the house?"
"Yes, more or less. I'm sure the fireball originated somewhere, but I can't tell you where, exactly, it came from."
"Right. Fireball out of nowhere. Not lightning, not a plane, but a fireball."
"I can write down whatever you'd like."
"No, it's fine, we just don't get many fireball related claims."
"I'm not surprised! One doesn't often encounter fireballs outside a rousing game of Dungeons and Dragons."
"Exactly. So. Were you in the domicile at the time of the incident?"
"Do I look flattened or burnt to you, sir? No, I was not in the house to my good fortune. I was near enough to see it happen, but far enough as to escape injury. Well, escape physical injury - my finances are another matter."
"Yes, I was just getting to that. It seems the house, being on the historic register, cost you a pretty penny."
"It did indeed - and the insurance was nothing to sneeze at."
"We set our policies based on replacement value, you know that. Speaking of which, I'm sorry to hear about your collection of heirloom jewelry."
"Ah, a great loss indeed. Handed down for generations. I thought they would fit in well with the paintings as I turned the house into a little tourist attraction. Alas, all lost - along with any future profits."
"Devastating, certainly. It would have been a nice addition to the town."
"My greatest regret is my children will never get to see any of it."
"Well, Mr. Business Cat, I don't have any other questions for you. Your claim is approved. Do you have any questions for me?"
"Do you tarry in the world of taxation?"
"A bit, why?"
"Is there any way to claim a trebuchet as a business expense?"