The Grade War

Leaving the marble offices Bodemeister picked up his allowance bag from financial aid. Filled with French quarters the sophomore was still trying to interpret the Greek princess’ message when the goddess labeled his latest academic assignment with a delta symbol.

It was decided he would use the special coins in an investment that would put the royal scholar in her place, “I will take a second and build a Mischief Machine, this ingenious idea will not run on a Greek Alphabet instead an American code will show her, C for Charlie.”

In a supportive roll his fraternity buddy, whose deep pockets were empty snuck up behind him, “Why don’t you set your sights higher and say B for Bodemeister,” Johny Bobby suggested.

After the dialogue was stated, a cool tranquil breeze entered dropping a hint to the pair needing a nice credit rating.

Turning to his friend Bodemeister felt intelligent, “Here comes magic,” And the two let Mother nature state her case, “Yes, we will no longer be out of the money with Bodemeister Wind being a winner.”

Weeks later Princess Racelynn known to her court as a blessing found herself enjoying honey nurtured inside the Bee House place that many students frequented when studying while temptations reigned in paradise. Spending an afternoon delight listening to what her fellow maidens were claiming Princess Racelynn was stunned to hear that one of her subjects endured a Brooklyn grip due to the fact her lover was out of the money.

“What is a Brooklyn?” She innocently inquired.

“It’s something the Italians invented.” Came the excuse before the disturbance occurred and everyone could see Bodemeister return from the local creek. Keeping a safe distance Johny Bobby pulled the mischief machine designed to create the “Bodemeister Wind.”

“Well, Mr. Bodemeister, what do you have there in your hand,”

“A bag of Kentucky soil I dug up at the creek,” Bodemeister smiled before giving the signal to Johny Bobby to turn on his mechanical masterpiece. When things started blowing all the dirt started to fly onto the white outfits worn by the intellectual elite. This shocking episode made the girls sprint into a hysterical run back into their sacred sanctuary.

“So, boss, what do you call that,”

“That my frat friend is a Crider chase a winning sight.”

Later that evening Bodemeister had his engineering books open and pressed buttons allowing ice crush cubes to leave a refrigerator contraption for a plastic cup. “Yup, I took a long shot on that one and it came up to look nice in my bachelor place.”

Something mysterious lured Bodemeister to the window and when he looked outside Princess Racelynn was wearing golden boots that her high school boyfriend Achillies gifted when celebrating his girls’ sweet sixteen.

“So, Bodemeister did you enjoy your Crider Chase?”

“I thought it was a winner,” Bodemeister shouted back before asking the follow up question, “didn’t you?”

“Have to say the show did honor my speed,” Princess Racelynn answered, “oh I hear the trashmans coming and this one is claiming to be a winner.”

After the introductory remark, a garbage truck pulled in and it did its thing.

“So, Boss,” Johnny Bobby approached the situation, “how much do you think the cleanup is going to cost?”

“Uh, I am going to have to return to the drawing board,” Bodemeister responded hearing down below, “Delta’s will never go down.”