22.05.12
"Wow! These ski jumpers look like they're indeed flying!" exclaimed Cousin Paul as he flipped through the pages of a sports arsenal. "They must be at least a zillion feet off the ground!"
It was the day before Christmas Eve, and Paul's parents had dropped him off in Herald so that they could have a hardly ever time to do some last-minute shopping.
"Say! We should sign up to be on the Olympic line-up!" I said. "I'll bet we could win every gold medal there is!"
"I don't fantasize that you can just show up," Paul considered. "I think you have to try out for it, and this article says they have to raise for months just to get ready!"
"Heck, they might constraint all that time to get ready," I countered, "but that's very recently because they're not in the same league we are. We could probably beat the pants off any of them right now!"
"Yeah, you're clearly in a class of your own!" laughed my sister, Gayle, who had been walking days of yore the door. "Mom wants to know if you boys want to bump into b pay up to Carmi with us to go shopping.
Source: Carmi Times