Death of a Friendly Bank

Once upon a time in the misty Blue Mountains, there was a beautiful little village called Blaxland, and in that village was a bank.

It was a friendly, caring bank and lived in a big square building on the Highway of Dreams.

Each morning its windows twinkled as the first rays of the sun reached them and the wise women say that once, long ago, it even smiled.

The bank loved the village and the villagers loved the bank. Together they prospered and the bank grew rich.

Then one day an evil witch cast a money spell on the bank's greedy owners and they closed the bank and transferred all its business to a big town nearby.

The people became angry and blamed the bank, and the bank was sad because it knew its doors had been closed forever.

To this day the bank still stands in the misty mountains but its windows no longer sparkle in the morning sun and the wise women of the village say it will never smile again.

It stands lonely and forgotten beside the Highway of Dreams.

Once upon a time there was a friendly caring bank – but that was long, long ago.