will be jockeying for first and second landing spots after completely each color tone. I hope there’s a reward for a perfect score as well for the number of first landing spots. So far, we are even, darling,” he walks from her then touches the yellow wall.
The wall disintegrates then opens revealing a grass park with tall trees, low green bushes, colorful wildflowers, bright sunshine, blue sky, and a wooden walking pathway. You can hear the birds singing and the frogs croaking inside the woodlands park.
I exhale following Rincon out the opening. I don’t know when Buffo and his me-chee will land inside the yellow room. He looked like he was having a tough go with the rest of the academic questions. I scan the landscape, saying with annoyance. “Another park place theme show! I don’t understand why I didn’t drop after answering the six questions out of eight which is a 75 percent passing score. Do you, Rincon?” I gallop and walk with him.
Rincon chuckles and walks down the wooden pathway passing the tall trees, low plant bushes, pretty wildflowers. He stays on the wood for both protection and safety from the dark thick forest on each side of the trail. He says. “This is a competition for the bestest job in Colfax which only goes to the perfect schooler, me. If everyone’s chair dropped after the correct sixth question then everyone would be vying for the choicest job,” he smiles then slaps the wooden table holding a single wide brown object. “I would like to sit here and eat whatever is inside the mysterious picnic basket. All this IQ thinking is making my body hungry. I can enjoy my meal watching the ducks waddle around the pond, before finally accepting my chosen job as a medical technician,” slides into the bench, opening the flaps of the basket.
I view the table, the pond and the skyline. I smile and say. “Wow! This is a great place. And I get my chosen job and lunch too,” giggles. I stand on the opposite side of the picnic table away from Rincon. I’m saving a place for Buffo. I view the room seeing more kids gallop from the opening, not Buffo.
Rincon opens the basket then removes the items one at a time. I help him spread and layout the tablecloth, the plates and eating utensils.
He says. “I always listen to the me-chee instructions and you seem to only concentrate on Buffo,” laughs then clears his throat. “The primary reason a me-chee chair does not fall after the correctly answered sixth question out of eight tallies, if you say an incorrect answer than you stay put inside the current color tone.”
I gasp holding the plate, view him. “That’s correct. I forget about both the two-fourths and one-fourth rulings quoted by the me-chee host. If I had missed one question out of eight then I would pass into the yellow tone with 87.5 percent correction rate. If I had missed two questions out of eight I would have still passed to yellow with 75 percent correctness rate. If I had missed three questions out of eight I would have achieved a 62.5 percent correctness rate. Then I would have stayed in the pink…”
Buffo waves and shouts, smiling. He stops at the edge of the bench presenting a bouquet of wildflower. “Flowers for you and food for me, I’m starving,” slides then bumps into Ketona, laughing and acting goofy. She sniffs the flowers placing them at her side as he helps her unload the food boxes. “Fried chicken. Potato chips,” he chuckles. “If someone kills then dumps me into the duck pond then I’m going to bloat then float right back up as some ugly fugly murdered evidence. So don’t bother entertaining that wicked idea, ya’ll,” he chews the chips and chuckles.
Rincon chuckles and chews. “Buffolo can learn,” when Ketona kicks Rincon under the table with her cowgirl boot for insulting her dream man. Rincon feels it then laughs and winks at her.
Java, Hatch, Lamis, Marsilla, and Duchie join the table.
Hatch smiles, saying. “Food, I’m starving,”
The wall disintegrates then opens revealing a grass park with tall trees, low green bushes, colorful wildflowers, bright sunshine, blue sky, and a wooden walking pathway. You can hear the birds singing and the frogs croaking inside the woodlands park.
I exhale following Rincon out the opening. I don’t know when Buffo and his me-chee will land inside the yellow room. He looked like he was having a tough go with the rest of the academic questions. I scan the landscape, saying with annoyance. “Another park place theme show! I don’t understand why I didn’t drop after answering the six questions out of eight which is a 75 percent passing score. Do you, Rincon?” I gallop and walk with him.
Rincon chuckles and walks down the wooden pathway passing the tall trees, low plant bushes, pretty wildflowers. He stays on the wood for both protection and safety from the dark thick forest on each side of the trail. He says. “This is a competition for the bestest job in Colfax which only goes to the perfect schooler, me. If everyone’s chair dropped after the correct sixth question then everyone would be vying for the choicest job,” he smiles then slaps the wooden table holding a single wide brown object. “I would like to sit here and eat whatever is inside the mysterious picnic basket. All this IQ thinking is making my body hungry. I can enjoy my meal watching the ducks waddle around the pond, before finally accepting my chosen job as a medical technician,” slides into the bench, opening the flaps of the basket.
I view the table, the pond and the skyline. I smile and say. “Wow! This is a great place. And I get my chosen job and lunch too,” giggles. I stand on the opposite side of the picnic table away from Rincon. I’m saving a place for Buffo. I view the room seeing more kids gallop from the opening, not Buffo.
Rincon opens the basket then removes the items one at a time. I help him spread and layout the tablecloth, the plates and eating utensils.
He says. “I always listen to the me-chee instructions and you seem to only concentrate on Buffo,” laughs then clears his throat. “The primary reason a me-chee chair does not fall after the correctly answered sixth question out of eight tallies, if you say an incorrect answer than you stay put inside the current color tone.”
I gasp holding the plate, view him. “That’s correct. I forget about both the two-fourths and one-fourth rulings quoted by the me-chee host. If I had missed one question out of eight then I would pass into the yellow tone with 87.5 percent correction rate. If I had missed two questions out of eight I would have still passed to yellow with 75 percent correctness rate. If I had missed three questions out of eight I would have achieved a 62.5 percent correctness rate. Then I would have stayed in the pink…”
Buffo waves and shouts, smiling. He stops at the edge of the bench presenting a bouquet of wildflower. “Flowers for you and food for me, I’m starving,” slides then bumps into Ketona, laughing and acting goofy. She sniffs the flowers placing them at her side as he helps her unload the food boxes. “Fried chicken. Potato chips,” he chuckles. “If someone kills then dumps me into the duck pond then I’m going to bloat then float right back up as some ugly fugly murdered evidence. So don’t bother entertaining that wicked idea, ya’ll,” he chews the chips and chuckles.
Rincon chuckles and chews. “Buffolo can learn,” when Ketona kicks Rincon under the table with her cowgirl boot for insulting her dream man. Rincon feels it then laughs and winks at her.
Java, Hatch, Lamis, Marsilla, and Duchie join the table.
Hatch smiles, saying. “Food, I’m starving,”
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