Cupid had several conferences in his office where Soldier Sam again put forward his idea about the Scavenger Hunt being an ideal fit for the kind of Valentines Day Activity that Sarina would want to participate in.
"Couldn't we not talk about the Scavenger hunt?" suggested Sarina. "I have a couple of friends that have gotten lost on Scavenger Hunts. They are still lost, stuck in other cities where their mission led them.
"You're lucky to be here in LA, Sarina. Where you don’t have to be on a Scavenger Hunt. I just thought..” began Soldier Sam, “that it might be a fun divergence from work just on one day out of the year. And Valentines Day seems like a great time to try it out.
“Most likely, Soldier Sam, the biggest challenge for you will be coming up with the concept and the list of things to find.” Cupid observed.” I don’t know if your brain will be able to come up with good ideas.”
"That's as it may be." replied Soldier Sam. “Have you ever been on a Scavenger Hunt? If not, get ready. You're not going to believe what kind of crazy fun you've been missing!”
"Well, what's your idea of the start of the Scavenger Hunt, Soldier Sam?” asked Cupid. "I don’t like the items you are starting off with on your list. It just doesn’t seem like a good fit.
"So then, we got to have something in its place. That's why I want to plant the Scavenger Hunt Scene--" replied Soldier Sam.
"I'm late to luncheon," said Sarina. “Maybe I could go out and get a bite to eat while you and Cupid hammer out some ideas.
Soldier Sam believed in his abilities to figure something out. He was, after all, someone who has nothing better to do that dream up conditions for a Scavenger Hunt.
"Cupid can call me anything he likes, but somebody's got to write this Scavenger Hunt Scene. I'd tell Cupid everything, -but I think he would just use his Arrows on someone else, and we wouldn’t have any Valentines Day Activity for ourselves.."
So Sarina left Soldier Sam alone for the lunch hour, trying to rouse him to action, but with no avail.
Desperate to convince Cupid of the Scavenger Hunt’s merits—Soldier Sam had a drink of Bourbon and attacked the story alone.
Pacing Cupids office with the bourbon bottle in his hand he started to explain to Cupid what exactly a Scavenger Hunt was--interspersing the dictation with a short, biased history how Sarina first agreed to come with him to Cupids Studio in the first place.
When Sarina returned from Lunch, Soldier Sam had a couple of ways he could explain the Concept to Cupid.
The next couple of hours were the toughest in Soldier Sam’s life--not even a moment to consider how much Sarina meant to him. He just had to focus on what a Scavenger Hunt really was. Gradually with several missteps, his battered brain got in motion.
“Well it’s just like this, Cupid..” Soldier Sam began…
Sarina interrupted Soldier Sam..“A scavenger hunt is a game in which the players — either individuals or teams — compete to see who can obtain the most items from a list. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, not necessarily…” explained Sarina.
'But this one has got me down,' said Cupid '--because how did the artillery shell get on the list? Won’t you be able to find that a lot easier than Sarina would?”
“Trust me Cupid,” Soldier Sam insisted. “There are several items on the Scavenger Hunt List that will be easier for Sarina to find than me. Like take for instance ingredients for a Taco, a football helmet, Hair Styling Products, the examples go on..”
Well, if that’s the case, if you explain it that way, that it will be an even-handed competition, then I am inclined to support your Valentine’s Day Activity Concept” Cupid decided.
The Valentines Activity authorization brought a glitter into Sarina’s eyes.
“Yes, Soldier Sam, said Sarina excitedly, “Let’s plan a scavenger hunt that takes us through LA to different places you’ve been or someplace completely new that’s important to you. We can construct clues that we each have to solve and end up somewhere where we can have great dinner together.”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea, Sarina.” Cupid threw his full weight behind the Valentines Day Activity and said he would be surprised if anyone else this year submits a better idea.
“Have fun on Valentines Day, Sarina and Soldier Sam.” Cupid sent them on their way. “Happy Hunting!”
Soldier Sam’s Training for New Starship Missions was not at all like what he expected. Rams Mascot was not a typical Instructor.
Soldier Sam tried to jump to the Moon on his next attempt, tried to leave the orbit of the training range. Rams Mascot and Soldier Sam learned to trust each other, such that even if either had been able to leave their existences at the door, it would have dire consequences for the mission that was to follow, Not only for themselves but for Rams Nation as well. Soldier Sam was learning how to fly in Moon’s airless space, and any distraction from the mission would cause massive upheaval if he changed his path around it.
Still mild and not very rough was the officers assessment of how the next few days were predicted to present themselves, and they thought that the whole business would be a quick little walk in the park compared to what they had just endured. As the chairman has hoped to make clear, he thought that the unit would soon have a result that would leave the Mainland in doubt of their next trajectory and be without knowledge of our intentions for the next week or so. The chairman still thought that it might be a mistake to trust all the officers to keep their mouths shut over the wireless.
The goal of the combat engine is to maneuver a model of a spaceship on the playing board, collecting essential supply items avoiding collisions with astronomical bodies, and destroying the enemy. Players roll customised dice for each duty station to perform their functions—if their station has power. For example, the helm station has dice with symbols indicating various combinations of forward movement for one or two spaces, coming about, and turns to port or starboard.
The chairman had nearly come under fire in recent months from several different camps, including the receipt of shellings that were coming onto the Islands from the Mainland. Previous action against the Mainland by the unit demonstrated mixed results. When the unit had been placed on standby initially, it ended up waiting months before being tasked. The officers were quickly briefed and the unit returned from approaching the mainland.
LAST DAY ON EARTH ADVENTURE
Once upon a time there was a Whip Smart, Creative & Beautiful Girl named. Sarina was an inventor. She invented all kinds of useful things. Her house looked like a mess, but she had some really cool stuff. One day Sarina decided she wanted to fly.
"I am going to invent some wings and fly," Sarina told her Friend.
"Now I really know you're crazy. You won't even get off the ground," he said.
"You'll see," said Sarina.
So Sarina went down to her workshop and began working. Day and night, she worked. No one saw Sarina for weeks. Then one day she came out of her workshop with a great big grin on her face.
She called up her friend on the phone. "Tomorrow I will fly, but I need your help," said Sarina.
"Did you really build some wings?" he asked.
"Yes I sure did and they are really beautiful," said Sarina. "They're a little heavy though. I need you to help me drag them up to the top of Sugar Top Hill."
"What did you make them out of?" he asked.
"I made them out of some scrap metal I had laying around from when I built my helicopter last year," said Sarina.
"Metal! Don't you think that will be too heavy to use for wings?" he asked, suprised.
"No, I calculated all of the angles. I will be like a human airplane," said Sarina.
He just rolled his eyes. "Ok, I will be over first thing in the morning and we'll try them out.”
"See you then," said Sarina.
The next morning they dragged the wings up to the top of Sugar Top Hill and Sarina strapped them on.
"Are you sure those are not too heavy? He asked again.
"No, the faster I run, the lighter they will get. The wind will lift me up and I will be flying," said Sarina, quite confidently.
"All right, I am going to get a running start and take off," said Sarina. So, Sarina backed up a bit and started running.
As Sarina ran, the weight of the wings started to wear out her little legs and she got lower and lower to the ground.
Just as she got to the crest of the hill, her legs gave out and Sarina skidded across the ground flat on her face.
After Her Friend rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Sarina if she was Ok.
"Yeah, Yeah, real funny," said Sarina "I guess you may be right they are a little heavy, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something lighter"
A couple of weeks later Sarina called Her Friend up on the Phone.
"I've done it," said Sarina.
"You've done what?" he asked.
"I reworked the wings. I made them out of wood and tissue paper. These things are so light I may get going by simply jumping off the roof”, exclaimed Sarina!
Come on over, I need a witness," said Sarina. "I'm on the way," he said right away.
When he arrived, Sarina was already up on the roof with these hilarious looking pink wings.
"Pink wings!" he laughed.
"Yeah, this is the stuff I had left over from when I invented that giant Robot we used on Halloween last year," said Sarina.
"So you think you're just going to jump off and fly?" he asked.
"Yeah. Here goes," said Sarina.
Sarina backed up a little and took a quick dash and a jump.
“Oh, No!” Sarina Exclaimed. SMACK! The wings broke right off and landed straight away on her butt in the middle of some bushes next to the house.
After he rolled around on the ground laughing for about a minute, he got up and asked Sarina if she was Ok.
"Yeah, Yeah, real funny," said Sarina. "I guess they may have been a little weak, but I know the shape is just right. I will just go back to the workshop and make them out of another material. Something not as heavy as the scrap metal and not as light as the tissue paper."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," he said rolling his eyes.
A couple of weeks later Sarina called her Friend up. AGAIN!!
"I've really done it this time," said Sarina.
"You've done what?" he asked
"I reworked the wings. I made them out of wax and some strong wood. These things look just like bird's wings. Meet me at Sugar Top Hill, I need a witness," said Sarina.
"I'm on the way," he said.
When he arrived, he saw the wings. They did look good!
"I need you to help me strap them on," said Sarina.
Her friend helped Sarina strap on the wings. They fit real snug. There was a handle under each wing out near the tip for Sarina to use to move the wings up and down and a belt that went around her waist so that they would not fall off.
"Here we go," yelled Sarina as she backed up and began running towards the crest of the hill.
She didn't slow down and just as she got to the edge of the hill, she started to lift up into the air. She was flying! YAHOOO! yelled Sarina.
Sarina flew and flew just laughing and hooting. She flew higher and higher. She was really getting high now, and she started to worry. "How do I land these things?" Sarina asked herself.
That question was about to be answered. All of a sudden, she noticed that her wings were starting to melt. Sarina had risen so high, that the sun was starting to melt the wax she used to make the wings. Pretty soon she had tiny wings and she was flying about a hundred miles an hour down towards the woods.
"Boy this is going hurt again," said Sarina to herself.
Sarina crashed right into the trees.
He Friend ran up quickly, "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so, but I am definitely going to quit trying to fly. This is too rough on the body," said Sarina.
To this day, no one believes him when he tells the story of how Sarina flew like a bird. It may be good that they do not believe him, because others would probably crash into the trees too, just like Sarina did.
Sarina also made a firm commitment not to invent anything that cannot be used while standing on the ground.
Now Sarina often tells everyone, "If people were meant to fly, they would have wings!"
You and Rams Fans are aboard a Starship activated to find any possible planet in the universe to host Rams Football Games and Rams Fans regularly awaken from frozen sleep forgetting all the business about the sun exploding and earth going up in flames.
Rams Fans dream of a successful landing on a new planet and are ready to turn any planet they can find into a shrine for Rams Football and build a Stadium as great as the one on earth and establish the Rams in a new world. However, after checking your instruments, you realize that you are not at your intended destination.
Soldier Sam created a machine to execute navigational manoeuvres and plans to land your Starship on a planet in an unknown region of space devoid of the atmosphere and terrain that Rams Football requires and insists that this is the right place for you and Rams Fans despite the stark condition..
You disagree as you look out the window to see swarms of strange Drones that look like Footballs hovering around your ship, searching for a way inside. Would such an invasion cause panic among Rams Fans and threaten the continuity in purpose necessary to sustain you mission?
Is this all a part of Soldier Sam’s plan? Only time will tell the outcome and you are determined to save the Starship.
Soldier Sam bent over his console, fingers flying, reading off a string of pressure differentials. Maybe his brain had kicked over into a different mode, and he was ready for a little perspective for a change.
The Radio Crackled. Sarina and Soldier Sam both heard the noise.
“Rams Mascot is that YOU?!!” Sarina was shocked.
“Wait, Rams Mascot, I can’t hear you. Speak up!” Sarina shouted.
“Rams Mascot we have a bad connection. Hold on while Soldier Sam and I fix the ship so we can hear you. Sit Tight! Don’t Go anywhere, We will reestablish the connection,” Sarina Promised.
“Strain on the tensioners is peaking,” said Soldier Sam. “I’m going to try to dampen it with the attitude jets and see if I can buy us a little more time.”
“Good,” Sarina said. “Keep us in trim. I’m diverting atmosphere to the sectors where the crew is.”
This plan was to divert it away from the sectors. Sarina and Soldier Sam needed to move through on their way out. But neither of them thought they had a chance of escape. Not with three blown. Not without suits.
“They’re through to Sector 9,” Soldier Sam said.
The hull creaked. Soldier Sam ducked, then laughed at himself and went back to work. Popping noises followed; it was Sarina’s turn to flinch.
“Sealing the Sector 8 doors,” said Soldier Sam. “Opening the ones into 10. Get the pods open.”
“Working on the pods,” said Sarina. “OK, they’re unlocked.”
“Orderly evacuation,” Soldier Sam said. “It doesn’t look like the crew is panicking. First group are into the pods.”
“I’m panicking” Sarina thought but didn’t say it out loud.
Soldier Sam smiled. “I guess I didn’t need to” figured Sarina..
“First load of pods away,” said Soldier Sam. “Sector 9 door sealed. The door into Sector 11 is open. And I’ve got 12.”
“Where are You, Rams Mascot?” Sarina shouted into the radio receiver.
Rams Mascots voice came through loud and clear.
“WHERE ARE YOU, RAMS MASCOT?” Sarina wanted to know as soon as possible. “Can the Planet’s Terrain and Atmosphere support Rams Football””
“I’m on Planet ADHARA! Check it out, Sarina”
Planets spectra suggest that its lower stratosphere is hazy due to condensation of products caused by the interaction of ultraviolet radiation and methane
Sounds perfect for Rams Football” exclaimed Sarina.
Rams Mascot did not have the camera working, he feared that this particular Planet was forever out of range. Other means must be found to keep Soldier Sam out of this business.
Soldier Sam left the control room with his heart, stopping only momentarily to do some fixes in the engine and some Bourbon for himself, possibly the first of many drinks he and the crew had together.
Rams Mascot’s voice came over the radio, and to Sarina it seemed Rams Mascot had an aggravated problem. For once Sarina did not want to go after Solder Sam to put a lid on the can of his mischief.
It was not merely Solder Sam’s plan Sarina feared--it was the whole might of Rams Fans in search of a dream, a dream to see Rams Football once again, not just the Rams, but the Hype of the entire NFL.
Nerving herself with a drink, reaching the bottom of the Bourbon bottle, Sarina started to scope out Rams Mascot’s position.
We are coming to Rams Planet, Rams Mascot! But we have to make 2 Stops.
First we are going to Planet X for some Upgrades to our Starship since we expect to Drift for Long Time to land on Rams Moon.
Then New Starship Upgrades for Big Fight to get from the Moon to Rams Stadium.
We are going to make a day of it on Planet X while our ship gets fixed. It will be an Adventure!! Then we will go on a Day Trip on Your Rams Moon too.
“Look, Solder Sam!” Planet X is fast approaching “ said Sarina. Prepare for landing!!”
You almost have to brace yourself on the seat in front. It’s quite an experience, even on the smaller jets.
PLANET X ACTIVITY ADVENTURE
Sarina was lost on Magic Island on Thanksgiving Day. Sarina called out again, and again the echo followed. Then a wavering speck of light came suddenly out of the dark, shifting, disappearing, growing momentarily nearer and brighter.
Running towards it at full speed, Sarina found herself, to her great joy, face to face with Soldier Sam and a lantern.
"Thank God!" was the exclamation that burst involuntarily from Sarina’s lips.
Blinking and frowning, Soldier Sam lifted his lantern and peered into her face.
"What for?" he growled.
"Well--for you. I began to fear I should be lost in the snow." Sarina responded.
"Eh, then, folks do get cast away hereabouts fra' time to time, an' what's to stop you from bein' cast away likewise, if the Lord's so minded?
"If the Lord is so minded that you and I shall be lost together, friend, we must just figure out a way," Sarina replied; "but I don't mean to be lost without you.
Sarina found herself standing before a gate that led into a yard bordered by a strip of dirty earth, where there were flowers everywhere surrounding her and above the entrance was a board with the inscription--
Soldier Sam, Monumental Granite Mason, also High-Tech Warship Repair
From the yard itself came a cheery whistle, the noise of hammer blows, and the cold sound of steel meeting stone.
A sudden impulse made Sarina enter.
Soldier Sam was sitting with his back towards Sarina, busy at work on a slab of curious marble. He turned round as he heard Sarina’s steps and she stopped short.
Soldier Sam sat there, looking as dumb as a box of rocks, the sweat pouring from his face, which he wiped with a fancy pocket square handkerchief. But though the face was the same, the expression was absolutely different.
Soldier Sam greeted Sarina smiling, as if they were great friends, and offered a rose, or a stone, he wasn’t quite sure.
Sarina apologised for her intrusion into the Shipyard.
"Everything is uncomfortable outside," Sarina said. "This seems an oasis in the wilderness."
"I don't know about the oasis," Soldier Sam replied, "but certainly the weathers’ a bitch out there. Take a seat, Ma’am. What’s your name”?
“Sarina, pleased to meet such a hard worker like you.”
Soldier Sam pointed to the end of a marble bench near where he was at work, and Sarina sat down.
"That's a beautiful Turkey Piece you are chiseling away at ”Sarina said.
"In a way it is," Soldier Sam answered; "the surface here is as fine as anything you could wish, but there's a big flaw at the back, though I don't expect you'd ever notice it.
I could never make really a good job of a bit of marble like that. It would be all right in the summer; it wouldn't mind the blasted heat. But wait till the winter comes. There's nothing quite like frost to find out the weak points in stone."
"Then what's it for?" Sarina asked.
Soldier Sam paused.
"You'd hardly believe me if I was to tell you it's for an exhibition, but it's the truth. Artists have exhibitions: so do grocers and butchers; we have them too. All the latest little things in Stone Modeling for Holidays, especially for Thanksgiving, you know."
Soldier Sam went on to talk of marbles, which sort best withstood wind and rain, and which were easiest to work; then of his garden and a new sort of Roses he had bought just in case someone beautiful would show up. At the end of every other minute he would drop his tools and curse LA for existing.
Solider Sam finished his work, spit on the ground, and got up with a sigh of relief.
"There! what do you think of that?" he said, with an air of evident pride. The inscription which Sarina read for the first time was this--
“A Special Turkey: For Any Pretty Girl Named Sarina Comes ‘Round Here”
For some time Sarina sat in silence. Then a wave of curiosity. She asked Soldier Sam where he had seen the name.
"Oh, I didn't see it anywhere," replied Soldier Sam. "I wanted some name, and I put down the first that came into my head. Why do you want to know?"
"It's a strange coincidence, but it happens to be mine." Soldier Sam gave a long, low whistle.
"You probably heard my name," Sarina said.
"And you must have seen me somewhere and have forgotten it! Were you at Rams Stadium for a Football Game Recently?"
Soldier Sam had never been to Rams Stadium in his life. Both were silent for some time, both looking at the same thing, the name carved into the Granite Turkey.
"Come inside and take a look at the other projects I am working on. The Turkey is just a fun side-project for Thanksgiving. I try to make one for every holiday, just in case it brightens someone’s day" said Solider Sam.
Soldier Sam introduced Sarina to his Shipyard Team as a friend of his who was an artist. The result wasn’t quite what Sarina wanted, since she had to sit and express her admiration for nearly an hour, and there was no time to be wasted on a Holiday like Thanksgiving.
Sarina was examining all the Holiday Pieces and She noted there were perfect stone chiseled monuments from Valentines Day, and St. Patricks Day, to Halloween and 4th of July.
Sarina looked over at Soldier Sam and found him sitting on the bench smoking.
Sarina and Soldier Sam resumed the conversation at the point they had left off. "You must excuse my asking," Sarina said, "but do you know of anything you've done for which you could be put on one of those Reality TV Shows?"
“No. Not interested. This is good, honest work. We have contracts, but it’s always geared for the good of the teams. Business is prosperous enough. Last year I even gave turkeys to some of the children in the village, to brighten their day. But really, I am a good decent guy, despite what you might have heard about our products.
Soldier Sam got up, fetched a can from the porch, and began to water the flowers. "Regular schedule every day," he said, "and then the weather sometimes gets the better of the delicate ones. And Roses, man! They really require some attention. Do you live here on Magic Island? Any plans for Thanksgiving Dinner?"
Sarina told him this was her first trip to Magic Island. “For good or for bad, I live in LA. I don’t have any plans for Thanksgiving this year ‘cause I’m stuck here on Magic Island, Obviously.”
"It's like this," Soldier Sam said. "We'll look at the matter straight up. If you go back to LA tonight, you take your chance of accidents. A Turkey Cart may run over you, and there's always orange peels, not really a specific reference to Thanksgiving really, Everyone Loves a Good Orange, don’t they?."
Soldier Sam spoke of the improbable with an intense seriousness that would have been laughable to Sarina on a regular day. But Sarina did not laugh. This was not a regular day of any sort.
"The best thing we can do," Soldier Sam continued, "is for you to come with me looking for a real Turkey to go along with this Holiday Bourbon. Obviously, we can’t eat a stone turkey.”
To Sarina’s surprise, she agreed.
They were both sitting on the bench now, and Soldier Sam kept himself busy sharpening some tools, Bourbon Bottle in hand..
The other bench was cracked and Soldier Sam, who seems a handy guy with his tools, was planning to go about and fix it as soon as he finished putting an edge on his chisel.
Time was ticking so Sarina and Soldier Sam set out on their Turkey hunt.
Solider Sam started to scour Magic Island scrambling though a remote forest leading up to the edge of a beach. They were both going out of their heads trying to figure out how they were going to get supplies for Thanksgiving Dinner.
But Solider Sam could not find any Turkey, Stuffing, Potatoes with Gravy, Cranberries or Pumpkin Pie. All he could find were Nuts!
So Solider Sam gathered some Nuts in the woods and sat down under a tree and tried to eat them to make sure they were fit for Thanksgiving Dinner, but he did not have his issued pocketknife, and just could not open the nuts himself
"Oh," Solider Sam complained, "if only someone would come and open these nuts for me!"
Hardly had Soldier Sam said this when Sarina came back from the woods nearby where she was searching. And Soldier Sam observed such a beautiful sight!
Sarina was quite even more amazing than he had initially noticed when his attention was focused on his tools.
Sarina was like nothing Solider Sam had ever seen. What a Great Thanksgiving Day Surprise!
‘This Beach is the most desolate in the Island Chain. I don’t have much confidence in finding anything but Nuts here. Sorry, Sarina.”
As Sarina came near she was singing, “Nuts, Nuts, Nuts!! I will help you chase through the trees, I gather nuts just as I please. I place them in my jaws so strong, and crack and eat them all day long!"
Soldier Sam laughed at how wonderful Sarina sounded and his heart was filled with a Thanksgiving Wave of Gratitude when he saw Sarina, and he knew this Thanksgiving out be the best one ever if she stuck around.
Soldier Sam called out to Sarina: "If you know how to crack nuts, why, come here and open these."
But Sarina had conditions and spelled them out: "If I crack the nuts for you Promise that you'll give me a proper Thanksgiving Dinner."
"Yes, yes," responded Soldier Sam, "you shall have all the Thanksgiving Fixins you wish, only crack some for us, and be quick about it!"
Sarina did what she does, laughing hard all the time. Whenever she picked up the nuts there was a sharp CRACK, and a broken nut busted out of Sarina’s “Nutcracker” mouth.
Soon all the nuts were opened, and Sarina laid out her expectations.
"Thanksgiving Night! Night! Bite! bite! Your nuts are cracked, and now set our table with a Snap. I wish for Turkey, Stuffing, Potatoes with Gravy, Cranberries and Pumpkin Pie!”
“Hmmm…” Solider Sam was exasperated. He had already searched high and low to find what was expected on a Thanksgiving Day Table. There was just no supplies at all to be found.
Sarina was insistent "If you do not agree, Why, then, you've not produced for me! I am hungry, you are hungry, Quick, find the food soon or I’ll give you a slammin’ like that would make you remember me.”
But Soldier Sam replied: "You 'll knock my head off will you! Just sit at this tree stump just as fast as you can, or you’ll have to tackle even more of these nutshells.”
How far are we from out Thanksgiving Dinner Location, Soldier Sam?" asked Sarina.
"A Several hours walk, there are picnic tables set up there and there is also a docking for Ships, more or less, actually much less. The Ships stopped coming to Magic Island Years ago"
"And the nearest village?"
"The nearest village is just at the edge of the forest you were searching, we are basically on the outskirts of it. Right on t'other side." Soldier Sam replied.
"So you know anyone who lives around here then. Maybe they would have a fresh bottle of Bourbon for us to take to the beach with us?" Sarina suggested.
“We have made quick work of this one just after we opened it back at the shop,” Sarina observed.
"We could try our luck," said Soldier Sam, turning on the lantern again.
"You know someone, I presume?" inquired Sarina.
"Maybe I do." Answered Soldier Sam. “I know some business contact who comes by the Shop for my Stone Productions.
"Then I'm going with you." Sarina declared.
"It ain't o' no use," Responded Soldier Sam. "He wouldn’t let you in—not this guy. He’s tough to deal with usually."
"We'll see about that," Sarina replied, briskly. "Who is He?"
"Rams Mascot." Solider Sam replied. He has a cottage on the Island during off season when nothing is happening at Rams Stadium,”
“Why does he go to Magic Island?” Sarina asked.
"That's a mystery to you," was the unceremonious reply from Soldier Sam. But you can ask him yourself if he even answers the door.”
"Well, well; you lead the way, and I'll engage that Rams Mascot shall give us some Thanksgiving company and the rest” Sarina was insistent. “We will need some extra energy for out Turkey Hunt inbetween Rams Mascot’s house and the Ship Dock."
"Well you can just go ahead and ask him" muttered Soldier Sam; still holding on to his skepticism. He had known Rams Mascot for so long, he wasn’t about to make predictions, especially on Thanksgiving.
An imposing structure pained in Royal Blue and Sol loomed up presently out of nowhere, so Sarina and Soldier Sam readied themselves.
"Is this the house?" Sarina asked.
Finally Soldier Sam’s waiting period came to be over. Right on time, Sarina started the engine. The Starship began to run on the ground and soon it rose higher and higher.
Sarina and Soldier Sam are on Boat Destined to Arrive at Magic Island in Time for Sarina’s Birthday Party!! But the Trip does have it’s Difficulties.
The sun rose and Sarina was just waking up to face the new day.
The particular turbulence of the sea had ceased. The waves came without snarling. The obligation of Soldier Sam the oars was to keep the boat headed so that the tilt of the rollers would not capsize it, and to preserve it from filling when the crests rushed past.
The black waves were silent and hard to be seen in the darkness. Often one was almost upon the boat before Solder Sam was aware.
In a low voice Soldier Sam addressed Sarina. He was not sure that Sarina was awake, although she stirred in the night so Soldier Sam was never sure if she was paying attention.
“Sarina,, should I keep her making for that light north,"
Sarina’s steady voice answered him. "Yes. Keep it about two points off the port bow."
Soldier Sam had his coat on in order to get even the warmth, and he seemed almost stove-like when a rower, whose teeth invariably chattered as soon as he ceased his labor to get a moments rest.
Sarina, as she rowed, looked down at Soldier Sam.. He looked like a victim of the sea, a rendering of just about what you would expect after working though the entire night.
Sarina noticed a growling of water, and a crest came with a roar and a swash into the boat, and it was a wonder that it did not set Soldier Sam awake. He continued to sleep, but some time later he sat up, blinking his eyes and shaking with the new cold.
"Oh, I'm awful sorry Soldier Sam," said Sarina. Get a few moments more of rest.”
"That's all right, Sarina," said Soldier Sam, and lay down again to continue his brie respite.
Presently it seemed that even Sarina dozed, The wind had a voice as it came over the waves, and there was a long, loud swishing astern of the boat, and a gleaming trail of blue flame, was furrowed on the black waters. It might have been made by a monstrous knife.
Then there came a stillness, while Sarina took some long breaths nd looked at the sea.
Suddenly there was another swish and another long flash of bluish light, and this time it was alongside the boat, and might almost have been reached with an oar.
Sarina saw an enormous Shark Fin speed like a shadow through the water, hurling the crystalline spray and leaving the long glowing trail.
Soldier Sam was awakened by Sarina’s reaction to the Shark and looked over his shoulder at Sarina. His face was hidden, with his hands, just waking up for a moment then leaned a little way to one side and swore softly into the sea.
But the Shark did not then leave the vicinity of the boat. Ahead or astern, on one side or the other, at intervals long or short, fled the long sparkling streak, and there was to be heard the whirring of the dark fin. The speed and power of the thing was greatly to be admired. It cut the water like a gigantic and keen projectile.
The presence of the Shark did not affect Sarina as you might expect. She simply looked at the sea dully and swore in an undertone.
Nevertheless, it is true that Sarina did not wish to be alone during all this activity in the water.
So Solider Sam joined Sarina in admiration of the Shark as she grabbed her Yankees Bat in case the Shark came close enough to sock it too him like he deserved for making the morning difficult.
Would Sarina’s Birthday ever come? Soldier Sam began to consider that they would sill be in this predicament of being denied access to the island.
As the Shark circled the boat, Sarina again reached into the bottom of the boat to grab the bottle of Scotch. But it was starting to run out and would be empty soon at this pace.
Sarina and Soldier Sam dug and dug at the controls trying to find an access point until they found an opening on a path to crawl inside and shoot for the moon, and were shocked at what they saw.
Just as they thought, there sitting good as new was a space fighter jet that would help their approach. They high-fived and jumped in the air with excitement.
Sarina and Soldier Sam wasted no time at all and hopped right in. Their excitement turned into confusion when they realized, they didn’t know how to work it. Sarina clicked a few buttons which started the engine, and noticed a big red autopilot lever and switched that on too.
MOON ACTIVITY ADVENTURE
This is the story about a Little Brown Bear named Sarina who lives in a cozy little house at the edge of the forest.
Sarina the Bear loves springtime when she and her friend steal honey from a tree just across the road.
Sarina loves the summer, when she and her friend walk into the meadow and gather blueberries.
Sarina always eats more blueberries than she puts in the Basket! But her friend doesn’t mind if it makes her happy.
In the fall, Sarina’s friend climbs up to the top of the highest tree in the orchard and tosses red apples down to Sarina. She Loves that!
But Sarina the Bear does not like Winter very much at all and here is the story that tells you why!
Sarina the Bear hated to take naps, especially the kind that lasted all winter long
“I won’t take a Nap!” announced Sarina.
“Nonsense” said her friend. “Every Bear sleeps during the winter. It’s high time for you to jump into your warm bed.”
“Chirp, Chirp, Chirp!!!”
“What’s that Sarina asked her friend?”
“Those are Birds.” He answered.
“Do birds have to sleep all winter?” asked Sarina.
“No” said her friend. “Birds fly South. But Little Brown Bears like you sleep, so off to Bed you go!”
“I want to be a bird and fly south. “ Sarina said decidedly.
“Tough Shit, Sarina, Sweet Dreams!” her friend laughed.
“Sarina waited until she was sure her friend had left the room, jumped out of bed, packed her bag and jumped out to the window on to the roof.
After safely sliding down one of the pipes on the side Sarina set out to find the birds.
“Hmmm. How will I find them?” said Sarina to no one in particular as she headed down the road.
“Toot! Toot! Toot”
Sarina had made it into town and heard a whistle just as a Train pulled into the station.
Birds were everywhere!! Some birds were boarding the train, some were waving goodbye and others were leaning out the windows.
“Hop aboard!” one of them called out.
So Sarina did.
“Why aren’t you flying? Sarina asked the Bird.
“Oh some of us prefer the Train, the bird answered. “It is more relaxing and we like to just kick back and enjoy the ride.”
Sarina looked around. Two birds were playing chess, others were playing checkers and another bird invited Sarina to join a game of cards.
Sarina the Little Brown Bear thought this was much better than taking a Nap!!!
After staying up all night playing cards, Sarina and her new feathered friends went to the Café Car for a box lunch of Honey and Peanut Butter Sandwiches as they watched the scenery rush by outside their windows.
As soon as the train arrived at their stop, the birds flew off to the beach, and Sarina followed, excitedly.
Sarina the Bear loved the beach. She loved the smell of the sea salt air. She loved jumping over the waves and finding pretty seashells.
But most of all, Sarina Loved playing in the Sand!
Sometimes Sarina built sand castles with high turrets, and sometimes she made sand pies decorated with seaweed.
Then one afternoon, Sarina built a sand cave. It was warm and cozy inside so she crawled in to take a rest.
First Sarina turned onto one side and then the other. She tried to sleep on her back, and then tried lying on her belly.
But Sarina could not get comfortable no matter what she did.
Just then, a huge wave crashed onto the shore and washed away Sarina’s sand cave!
Sarina thought about the nice bed she had at home back in the Forest. She knew her friend might miss her if she did not return by spring.
Sarina yawned. It was time to go home, she figured.
The some of the birds called out to her. They were ready to head back north.
“Please,” asked Sarina holding back her tears “May I go with you? I want to go home so badly because I miss my house in the woods and my friend!
All the birds could plainly see Sarina was in a big hurry.
“We’ll fly you back, it will go much faster they said. “Then you will be reunited with your Friend!”
So the Birds fastened a carrier from a fishing net and safely carried Sarina the Little Brown Bear home without so much as a Scratch.
Sarina arrived home before she knew it, Quietly opened the door, tiptoed by her sleeping friend, unpacked her belongings and jumped right into bed!!
Sarina fell fast asleep in a New York Minute.
Before she knew it, her friend was tapping her shoulder.
“Wake Up, Sarina!” he insisted “You slept all winter, Spring is here and we have so much to do together!!
“I’m not getting up,” Growled Sarina the Little Brown Bear. “I didn’t even get any Sleep…At All!”
She drifted back to sleep, if only for a Day. Then she would start the yearly activities with her friend.
But Sarina decided to Keep her Vacation secret from everyone she met the next year, except for her best friend, of course, who heard all about it the minute she woke up.
So that is the Story of Sarina the Little Brown Bear who didn’t want to Take a Nap!
RAMS PLANET LANDING
Sarina was sitting at Soldier Sam’s back, guiding the way. After a short lapse of running on the stars, the ground disappeared beneath their feet. In a spin of some seconds, they were flying in space.
The chairman was glad about one aspect of the next operation, that it was authorized without a piece of paper from the Oceana authorities, expanding the prospects of what could be accomplished in theatre. Some breaking news had been issued by the Mainland and the possibility existed that their patrols would be curtailed for the time being. It was announced over the wireless, and speculation was rampant among the officers. Some thought that the unit would be met with a better reception on the next island than in previous engagements, while other officers took a more cynical view away from the dispatch.
By the next day, it was becoming apparent that the situation on the islands was not as had been hoped, and suspicions were confirmed that the unit would be meet with some resistance and could not necessarily expect passage without incident or delay. The night passed quietly and uneventfully, although with morning, it became readily apparent that the Mainland forces had become entrenched along the pass, and several problems with the plan the chairman had concocted had been overlooked.
It was soon obvious that unless we pressed forward and knocked the Mainland position out, establishing operations at our current post would become untenable. The only certain method of preventing the infiltration of the opposing forces had to be disregarded, however, part of the flanking fleet were sent to offer support to our position off the island. Throughout the day, the unit withstood repeated attempts to compromise our progress as they kept trying to break through.
Shortly after, a member of the flanking fleet was heavily shelled, but another unit soon came to their rescue. We were still in a precarious position, and the officers soon recognized that step would have to be taken to improve our standing so another appeal was made to some other members of our flank. A section gave supporting fire and we soon made a mad dash for a new route by way of sheer determination from the officers. The counterattack was an unbridled success and the chairman was quite pleased with the progress that had been made in just a few days.
Word arrived from Oceana headquarters that a portion of our flank was to be temporarily relieved of its role in the cover operation and would make its way into a narrow reserve position along a narrow opening between two of the islands. However, our hopes that they had completed their mission for the time being and could soon be withdrawn was immediately brought into concern when they came under fire just as they had mobilized. The positions of the flank held, but not with nothing to spare and they soon headed back to their previous position
Our unit could do no more for that operation but, fortunately, no more action was needed. That night, our compatriots were withdrawn to a position removed from the frontline the Mainland forces had established the day before. Eventually, our adversaries trudged off reluctantly with heavy payloads but evidently not willing to continue the resistance that they had so aggressively mounted. Soon, the officers were all talking at once over the wireless to the chagrin of the chairman. Such was their spirit, that it won out against seemingly insurmountable odds that had been pushed upon them by the Mainland.
Just as Sarina and Soldier Sam dove into their space fighter jet, they heard the countdown “9…8…7…”
Rams Mascot shouted over the Radio “go, go, go!”
Soldier Sam and Sarina put on their seatbelts, Sarina hit the engine go button, and the space jet launched them deep into the space sky.
Sarina and Soldier Sam turned around to look out of the window and watched as the adversary transport ship exploded into a big fiery ball of nothing.
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas at Rams Stadium
Santa’s visit to Rams Stadium on Christmas Eve raised such a drama of errors Sarina is sorry she didn't keep on working in preparation for the Rams Game on Christmas. Maybe Sarina will wish Santa never showed up!!
Santa caused Rams Mascot to throw a Football through a window of Rams Press Box and ended up with Soldier Sam getting more than he bargained for too.
You might think Sarina probably shouldn’t have paid any attention to the break in.
The break in happened right when it started to get dark outside since Santa had Promised Rams Stadium would be his first stop before traveling around the entire World.
There was a mini-explosion at Rams Stadium Gate of Entrance, clearly designed by the Reindeer to gain access. Try as they might, they just couldn’t find a way to get in through the Roof of Rams Stadium.
Sarina was working in the Press Box, Soldier Sam was hitting the concession stands and Rams Mascot.. well no one knew where Rams Mascot was at the time.
Sarina had just stepped out of the Press Box, Notebook in one hand and Bottle of Bourbon in the other when she heard the mini-detonation at the Gates.
It was Santa’s Grand Entrance into Rams Stadium and he was determined to locate Sarina’s Stocking so he could be on his way to make all of his other deliveries that night.
Santa was walking rapidly around the Ticket Counter and the lights of Rams Stadium illuminated the field. Sarina noticed the lights turn on as soon as Dusk turned to Dark in Los Angeles.
Sarina could see the field from her perch in the Press Box, but she couldn’t see Santa.
Once the noise had stopped, Sarina at first figured it was just Rams Mascot or Soldier Sam. Soldier Sam had just arrived and was excited for the Football Game the next day, Christmas Day.
Sarina suspected next that it was a burglar. It did not enter into Sarina’s conclusions until later.
Sarina always half suspected that something unexpected would happen at Rams Stadium. Unexpected Stuff happened all the time in Los Angeles, and with the fans beginning to camp in the Parking Lot to get ready for the Game the next day, well anything could happen.
After the Noise of Santa’s activity had gone on for several minutes, Sarina tiptoed to Rams Mascots location. Rams Mascot had joined Soldier Sam at the concession stand for some Christmas Eve Beverages. Well they didn’t really need the tap for that, they each carried a Bottle of Bourbon in their hands.
"Psst!" Sarina was trying to get Soldier Sam’s attention on the Radios they always carried with them, for Rams Stadium was so vast, sometimes Soldier Sam and Rams Mascot got lost.
"There's something downstairs!" Sarina announced. Soldier Sam got up from his spot and started to try to figure out where Sarina was, and what she had heard.
Soldier Sam and Rams Mascot listened together. There was no sound. The steps had ceased. Rams Mascot looked at Solider Sam with some alarm: Sarina was insistent there was a burglar at Rams Stadium that Christmas Eve Night.
"There's something down there!" Sarina persisted. Instantly the steps began again, circled the playing field and started up the seating area into the Main Concourse.
The Stadium Lights still shone bright, but Sarina saw nothing coming, she only heard Steps.
Rams Mascot rushed up to the Press Box, opened the door quicky and joined Sarina. He slammed shut the door and Locked it, to protect Sarina as an immediate instinct.
After a long few minutes, Sarina slowly opened it again to listen. But Santa made no sound.
The slamming of the Press Box doors had alerted Soldier Sam where Sarina was and she peered out of the room. "What on earth are you doing here, Soldier Sam?" Sarina was surprised. “Aren’t you still eating?”
"What was the noise at the gates and all that running around downstairs?" asked Soldier Sam. So Soldier Sam had heard the steps, too! Sarina just looked at him in surprise.
"Burglars!" Sarina shouted, intuitively. Rams Mascot tried to quiet her down by handing her another Bottle of Bourbon.
"I'll stay with Sarina," Rams Mascot informed Soldier Sam. "She's all excited."
Soldier Sam agreed and started off on Patrol. How could any of them expect the raucous was Santa?
Some time passed. Then Soldier Sam came back to the Press Box, walked in and reported to Rams Mascot and Sarina
"No sign of nuthin'," said Soldier Sam.
In the small silence that followed.. the silence was broken by a knock at the door.
Sarina must have realised at once that it was Santa.
Santa took a look at Sarina for a long moment.
“I… I work here at Rams Stadium” responded Sarina.
"What’s the matter with that guy?” Santa asked, looking at Soldier Sam. “Does he work here too?”
"I'm listening," said Santa, surveying the Press Box and reached into his Bag.
Sarina answered for Soldier Sam. “Soldier Sam is with me. He is excited about the Rams Game tomorrow. He got here early so he could get the best seats for the Game.”
Santa took a seat next to the Fireplace, one of the few in Los Angeles. Everyone else in LA had those artificial Fireplaces, since it never got cold in LA. There aren’t even chimneys in California.
Santa watched as Sarina got out a bottle of Bourbon and handed it to Santa.
After a few drinks, Santa’s eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts,
Santa squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of wild scenes to come that night. “I don’t have time to sit around here all night; I’ll just give Rams Mascot his gift and be on my way.
"What was that that you started telling me the other day about a Super Bowl Ring or something, Santa?" asked Rams Mascot.
"Nothing." said Santa, “nothing worth hearing."
"A Super Bowl Ring?" asked Sarina curiously “Rams Mascot has not won a Super Bowl or anything like that..
"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps." said Santa off-handedly.
Sarina leaned forward eagerly. Santa automatically took in the remainder of his Bourbon Bottle and then set it down again.
Soldier Sam promptly gave him another one hoping Santa would tell them about this Super Bowl Ring..
"To look at," said Santa, fumbling in his Bag "it's just what you imagine it to be, Sarina." Here, it’s for Rams Mascot but you can try it on.
Sarina put on the Super Bowl Ring and examined it with interest.
"And what is there special about it?" inquired Soldier Sam.
As Sarina placed it on the table he took it, and having examined it, placed it upon the table.
It’s Magic because there are three wishes on it, each by someone different. explained Santa. The first two wishes are made by the friends of whoever’s ring it is.
"Well, why don't you have three, Santa?" asked Soldier Sam cleverly.
"And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Sarina.
"I did," said Santa, as he lifted up what remained of his Bourbon bottle. I don’t really have time to explain. Of course I have to make deliveries to many homes tonight.as you know, an’ Times Tickin’.”
Santa’s tone was such that a hush fell upon the Trio..
"If you've had your three wishes it's no good to you now then Santa," said Rams Mascot to break the silence. "What do you keep it for?"
Santa shrugged his shoulders and replied. "Fancy I suppose," he said slowly." I did have some idea of selling it, but I don't think I will. It has caused me enough mischief already.
"If you could have another three wishes," said Sarina, eyeing Santa closely," would you have them?"
"I don't know," said Santa. "I don't know."
"So If you don't want it Santa," said Rams Mascot, "Are you really giving it to me? Because I still believe in Magic, just take a look at these two." Rams Mascot motioned to Sarina and Soldier Sam. “It’s a miracle she puts up with his nonsense”
“Rams Mascot reached for the Super Bowl Ring on the table and examined his Christmas Present closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
"Soldier Sam gets the first wish, then Sarina, followed by Rams Mascot. Hold it up in your left hand, and wish aloud," said Santa "But I warn you of the consequences."
"Sounds like a challenge”, said Sarina, as she rose up from her chair by the Fire and grabbed the Super Bowl Ring.
Santa turned for the door with a twinkle in his eyes, as Santa is known to do.
“There is however a condition, said Santa. “You have to wait until Christmas Day to make your Wish. The Wish has to be made at the Rams Game tomorrow.”
“All three of us are going to the Rams Game tomorrow”, Sarina declared. “As you say, we will make our wishes then.”
"If you must wish," Santa advised, "Wish for something sensible."
It was Christmas Day at Rams Stadium. The Game was about to start.
Rams Mascot was on the field while Sarina and Soldier Sam took their seats at the 50 yard line.
“It must be Christmas Day, Sarina said. Rams Stadium had been decorated for weeks. Holiday music had been playing and everybody was talking about Christmas.
Sarina knew was not supposed to be quite so excited. She was the Team Reporter after all. But every chance Sarina got, she read every tag on every Christmas package, guessing at the contents within.
Sarina had examined each gift so often that she could tell which present went to which person without even looking at the tags.
In the business of the Big Game, Santa’s gift was momentarily placed aside, but not forgotten, Soldier Sam looked at the Scoreboard above them in an unbelievable sight, another installment of unprecedent Rams Stadium entertainment.
Once the Game got underway, Soldier Sam was starting to think about Christmas, not the action on the field.
"If the tale about the Super Bowl Ring is true, then we might do best to start considering what wishes we want to make,” suggested Sarina.
“Right.” replied Soldier Sam. “If what Santa was telling us is true, then we have to make our wishes soon. There is an expiration date. We have to make our wishes by the time the Football Game is over.
Likely wishes began to be discussed.
“Why, we're going to be rich, and famous, and happy” said Sarina “Soldier Sam you might do well in wishing to be an Emperor with your wish, then all your objectives will surely be met in turn.”
Soldier Sam took the Super Bowl Ring from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," Soldier Sam said slowly. It seems to me I've got everything I want. It’s Christmas and we are together. "
Solder Sam had learned that anything worth achieving is worth working for, and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen. More importantly, Soldier Sam learned that in order to get an order of Nachos you need direction, discipline, and perseverance.
"I might just wish for Rams Mascot to hit the concession stand and bring me a bottle of Bourbon and some Nachos," said Soldier Sam distinctly. “With extra sauce” he added.
Soldier Sam often times wondered, “Who made the first Nachos? And why did they make it the way they did? Is there a deeper meaning behind a simple plate of Nachos”?
A fine flashing of the Scoreboard greeted his words, interrupted by a thunderous response from the crowded seats. The Rams had just gotten their first First Down of the game.
"Well, I don't see any Bourbon or Nachos," said Sarina, as she picked it up, "and I bet I never will.."
Sarina and Soldier Sam sat back down in their seats and Sarina considered Soldier Sam’s wish, while the Band played on in front of them. Now the Rams were on Defense. They didn’t even get a field goal on the last possession, much less a Touchdown. Sarina was disappointed.
“I expect you will get your Bourbon and Nachos for the second half, Soldier Sam” Sarina predicted. “Rams Mascot is done with his duties when Halftime is over. He should be on his way momentarily.”
In the brightness of the wintry sun, halftime was almost over. The Rams held a small lead and the second half was poised to be a close one, with each team having a lot to play for. With the regular season winding down, both teams were in the running to make the Playoffs.
Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly covered packages. But, mostly, Christmas is about Rams Football. Solider Sam had not believed this until a Football Reporter gave him wondrous gift Christmas.
"I suppose Santa was wrong," said Sarina. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be granted in these days?
And if they could, shouldn’t your Nachos be here by now?"
But the minutes slowly passed during the second half, and expectations gave way to resignation - the hopeless resignation of being without Nachos and Bourbon, sometimes called a 5 alarm crisis.
The Game was getting so exciting, sometimes Sarina and Soldier Sam hardly exchanged a word, of course they would have plenty of time to talk about Christmas during dinner after the game.
The sounds of the crowd were getting louder and the excitement was building as the 4th Quarter approached, with the contest knotted in a low scoring game.
Suddenly Sarina considered the moment.
"THE SUPER BOWL RING!" Sarina reminded Soldier Sam... "THE SUPER BOWL RING!!”
Soldier Sam was reminded of that as well. They both had gotten so wrapped up in the Game they had forgotten about their mission.
Sarina started up, "Where? Where is it at?”
Soldier Sam always forgot to do simple jobs and other important jobs he was asked to do. Every time he is asked to do something and then asked about the results, he has an answer, “I forgot.” If he was sent to the Market, he would forget what Sarina had sent him there to do. The reason for not doing a specific job remains the same. You guessed it right – “I forgot.”
Sarina reached over in Soldier Sam’s vicinity. "I want it," she declared. "You've not lost it, have you?"
"It's still in my pocket," Solder Sam replied, marveling. "Why Is now the right time?"
"I only just thought of it," Sarina said excitedly. "Why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you think of it?"
"Think of what?" Soldier Sam questioned.
"The other two wishes," Sarina replied rapidly. "We've only had one."
"Was not that enough?” asked Soldier Sam.
"No," Sarina stated with determination. "We'll have one more. Reach into your pocket and get it quickly, I want to make my wish!."
"Our first wish will be granted," said Sarina with confidence "I just got a text from Rams Mascot, he is almost next in line at the Concession Stand. Why not the second?"
"Here, I got it. Make your wish, Sarina!" responded Soldier Sam. He was now starting to display excitement, for that, if not for the Football Game.
“I wish for the Rams to get the win today, and punch their ticket to the Playoffs” announced Sarina.
After the wish, neither Sarina or Soldier Sam spoke, but kept looking at the clock displayed on the Scoreboard. Time was ticking. and the Rams were putting together their 2-Minute Drill, already within field goal range.. But wait, there was just a well-executed completion to bring the Rams into the Red Zone.
The clock was winding down, and then, as if on Cue, Rams Mascot appeared with the Nachos!
"WHAT’S THAT?" exclaimed Soldier Sam, starting up. The bottle of Bourbon too. It’s as if you planned perfect timing, Rams Mascot.
Sarina and I had just finished the one we are working on now!. We won’t even have to take a break from the drinking as we push through the crowds to the Exit.”.
"It’s Nachos, Soldier Sam" said Rams Mascot triumphantly. And I arrived just in time to make my wish. I already know what it is going to be.”
“What have you decided to wish for, Rams Mascot? Anything surprising or dramatic?” Sarina was filled with a sense of suspense.
Soldier Sam’s wish came true, and after the Rams just scored that Touchdown, there is just the kickoff and the other team only has time for a couple of plays!”
Sarina and Soldier Sam stood up in double anticipation. For the Rams W and for Rams Mascot to make his wish.
Rams Mascot announced..”
“Sarina and Soldier Sam, I wish you both Happiness during the good times, strength in the face of challenge, and that you will always have each other to depend on.” Rams Mascot wished.
The activity on the field had ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in Rams Stadium. Soldier Sam and Sarina headed for the Exits..
The Rams got the Win on Christmas Day!!. Our team is Playoff-Bound!! And Rams Mascot made it all possible!!