Young fellow with a feather in his cap hops from giant-sized stepping stone to stepping stone, until he stops. Giant-sized door with fancy brass knockers, a foot beyond his fists. How should he knock? On wood. It is not brass he seeks, but gold. Gold?! He’s only 20, an undergrad. But he’s got an idea- a new recipe for Stone Soup. All he needs are the foods and fixings of a big person’s kitchen. Everything. All he has in his hands is a stone. Nothing. But in his head is a recipe, and by god, he’ll make those mothafuckas hungry.
“Stone Soup” as an allegory for start-up soliciting venture capitalistIn by Sadie on February 8, 2011 at 12:15 am