Theatrical Military Honors

Deep in the heart of Marry Land there was a success story rummaging around looking to use his professional wings to transport a stranger into a rich fantasy world. But Magic Mule who had plans to put the entrepreneur in his place lurked in the darkness after receiving a nice allowance from a three-year-old investment with potential upward profit ability.

“Aliferus,” Magic Mule hollered seeing the pinstripe business individual crossing the street, “do you have a second?”

Answering the luring call Aliferus stopped his three-piece suit travels and decided to chat.

“What can I do for you Magic Mule?” Aliferus questioned, “do you want to know where paradise lay?”

“If I wanted to know where paradise lied,” Magic Mule paused, “I would be out of the money.”

“I object to the way you handled that stubborn commentary,” Aliferus fought the angry emotion wondering if he should file a claim, “I can make you a winner and you will not have to live on Shacks Way.”

Taking a step back the Magic Mule quickly used his cell phone to find out that Aliferus objection had no actual credibility.

“What was wrong with Shacks Way?” Magic Mule thought, “back when my abuelo paps was a hoofer in the show the boulevard Shacks Way had its own prestige.”

Not even an hour had passed since the dispute was disallowed two winning celebrities Ben and Joe were granted the three-year-old allowance that had a clause which stated an option to claim.

“Things are starting to move upward,” Ben remarked relishing the check, “you are a gentlemen Joe to join me in this show.”

“Such a fine spectacle,” Joe agreed about the local theatrical extravaganza that brought the performing pair together after battling out to be the headliner.

“Yes, Joe thanks for dropping back and allowing me the spotlight,” Ben replied turning the corner where they saw Magic Mule and Aliferus going in opposite directions.

“I wonder what is going on with that duet?”

“That’s Aliferus,” Ben noted, “he got my name on a mobile platform and now I am a star.”

“You mean the Shooger Ray Too device?” Joe wanted confirmation trying to figure out who threw the knockout punch.

“Within a second I had my place in society,”

“And an option to claim.”

Later that evening both Ben and Joe stepped out the stage door to enjoy a polite conversation during intermission. “Things are going pretty well, we are both winners living on Shacks Way the street paved for champions,” Ben started.

“Yeah,” Joe agreed before noticing a military uniform man who seemed out of the money pulling out a few Pences to pay for flowers.

“Isn’t that Armando R,” Joe asked, “we were all drafted together to accomplish something,”

“Yeah,” Ben conferred, “he looks in love.”

“And happy despite not getting the allowance or the option to claim,” Joe added heading back inside to enjoy the shining white light warmth and supportive applause.