Another Name for Depression

The Arctic Animal Stock Exchange had seen one of its busiest days. Trading had been high and constant and as the Market closed many of the brokers headed off the the bar to celebrate their astonishing gains. But for one trader it had been a particularly depressing day and over the years he had got used to feelng depressed.

Walking back home from the trading floor he caught his face reflected in the ice and his mood sank even further as he thought about what he had done.

What a day, what a terrible day. No wonder it had added more misery to his already dark mood. He should have known he had misheard the instructions once he saw what the other traders were doing. He was the only one shouting "sell Penguins, buy Polars."

God he was depressed and now he had a new knickname. "Buy Polar," Oh yes, that was what they were going to call him from now on.