Saquon's War Cat Dreams
Late one weekday night Saquon finished class 2 and in a second needed to add some healthy pounds to even out a starving stomach. Heading into a gourmet restaurant he sat down with his business books and ordered from the reverse happy hour menu.
Looking around there was no one in the establishment, “why isn’t anyone here?” Saquon asked the server.
“It had to do with the soft turf,”
“Beef order was not good,” the server stated, “microwave nuked it came out well done.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he ordered something from the river side entrees. Unsuccessfully trying to return to his academic studies Mister Zee greeted him with sand in hand and an entertaining vision.
With eyes shut Saquon asked, “Is this fantasy about Magic Millions.”
And a voice replied, “No it is about the love for freedom and being a winning war cat.”
As he drifted off, the story opened with Mr. Koellner and his maidens also needing more pounds to even things up.
“Line up girls,” Mr. Koellner requested, “you are all out of the money and need this job.”
“All right, all right,” one show performer sent out a shukkas message that Mr. Koellner was oblivious too.
“When I wave my nuclear waste stand in your place have a blast and say cheese,”
“I’m not in love with this,” a contest winning model complained about being in a photo with an atomic feather.
Seeing the flashing red light Saquon jumped into the scene and this action jolted Mr. Koellner, “I am a winning war cat!” This feline moment freaked Mr. Koellner out and he released everyone from the opportunity.
“Saquon, what are you doing here?” A question entered his mind.
Opening his eyes, he saw Miss Koellner a fellow classmate, “I’m not in love with this,”
Smirking Saquon smiled, “I am a war cat, and I will take care of it.”
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