Bedtime story for the exchequer

Bedtime story for the exchequer

A group of taxpayers from the fourth grade was destructured in Focşani, after it had succeeded to organise itself in a theatre troupe for children, with the purpose to prejudice the big budget. Behold with what type of story they wanted to put the exchequer's watchfulness to sleep. Attention, there is a rhyme.

"In the quiet wood on a sunny lawn of the hazelnut tree forest there live three good friends: the courageous, playful and funny teddy, the whiskery, but droll and friendly tomcat and the splendid cock which fathoms himself a singer".

Singer, you say? Playful and spiritual! Hey kids, I think you're up to make fun of the exchequer. Now, do you think that the exchequer ever sleeps, kids? At most it shuts its eyes. Or it looks elsewhere when the old company gets help to pass with its corn in Cyprus. Or it turns its back while the parent company goes inside the accountancy to undress its profit. On the contrary: when a little person forgets his/hers citizen duty, the exchequer sits down at the edge of his/hers bed till the person remembers where he/she hid the small purse. So, kids, do you understand now why it doesn't work playing jokes with the exchequer? It always sits backstage and he knows that it is you who are in the teddy's, kitten's and the bird's skin: Gigel, Ionică and Vasilică. You, who have earned profit and you, who don't want to share it with the state. Suddenly he comes upon you and he breaks your money box for 5 Lei sweets.

Well now! So, now you all take a piece of paper and fill in the declaration 200. What is it, Petrişor? You don't have any clue about the flat expenses, about what withholding at source means and you didn't get yet to the lesson about forward operations, do you? So, why are you up to evasions, kid, at the shelter of cultural budgetary institutions, disguised as a gossipy fox?

The kids had a lot of luck that the anticorruption body didn't seize them with masked guys for identity falsification - as all of them were rabbits, ravens… -, for organized comedy and, if they took pains, they would have them also found with phantom theatres. Do you understand what they mean, don't you? You erase the evasion from the pyramid's bottom, from those who commit the crime of taking lamb/ring cakes (a real case investigated in custody) and receiving soup (definitely conviction). After that, logically, the structure being crumbled, you just have to wait for those at the top to fall. And some day, zang! you wake up with 40-50 billion euro - or with how much they estimate gets into the heavy account, instead of the light GDP.

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