Halo Statue
An old septuagenarian Swede, name of Sven, had the luck to succeed with a lottery prize of a few million euros so he asked some architects what was their fee for chalets in the skies. The specifics required were exact for a place in the Alps on a tract he had purchased with cash. Finest marbles and woods must be used for all floors and stairs; he had excused many builders as trash. One that met his requirements was hired but informed him he was old and tired and did not want to walk all around the new home to be built but preferred a warm fire and a quilt. The builder didn’t balk even with the old Swede’s last request. The young builder thought he was the best to get all the jobs done for construction was not in a boom. “Halo Statues in every room”, was the stipulation. The young builder asked every friend and associate; at his wits end for no one had a clue what a Halo Statue might have been but he knew that he had to begin and in due time was through. He then called the old Swede, “job complete!” and asked Sven, “When’s the best time to meet?” Sven had been on a cruise but he wanted to see his chalet so he said he’d be there the next day but the Halo Statues still concerned the young builder. He’d try to show Sven his new home and get by with no mystery device. Sven admired everything and was pleased except for his request; unappeased, and his frown wasn’t nice. “Where’s my Halo Statues”? Sven now made the young builder admit in his trade that no one in his quests ever heard of such things. What are they? Sven said, “when it rings, lift it and say Halo, statue to guests.
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