T'was the night before news realease...All the house was holding, not a creature was selling, not even the shorts. The short shorts were hung by the chimney below the fire, and hoped that St. Sprott would disappear. The children were nestled all snug in their beds; while visions of massive-sulphides danced in their heads. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, it was Voisey bay 2! And the shorties forever lost money they borrowed.