“I, uh, wanna start an account,” said Snake. He put a paper bag on the counter.
The cashier opened the bag; a scent of sap and loam wafted out. “Where did you get this money, sir?”
“Found it. No law against that.” Snake jutted his chin out truculently.
“This is tree money,” said the cashier. “Did you find it on a tree?”
“Might’ve done,” said Snake. “Look, I just want an account, lady. What do I gotta do?”
“Well, if you’re using tree money,” said the cashier, retrieving the corer from under the counter, “we’ll have to verify your age.”