Even monkeys need building permits. I was under the vague impression that I would be exempt from any beaurocracy, given my history at Town Hall. And by my history at Town Hall, I refer to the biting incident, but we shall not speak of it now.
On a sunny day, I strode purposefully up the stairs to get my building permit. I had carefully filled out the paper work.
And success! I am the proud owner of a building permit. I am now, a builder. Or so I assume.

I have a truck and an employee. We are ready to start!