Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

A beautiful sunny day graced the football kingdom as Rokerite departed his glowing light confines; confident top five prestigious seating reservations could be utilized, following an upcoming luncheon competitive two-hour segment

Arriving at the English Premiere Estates, needing Western Ham hors d oeuvres, Rockerite rang the bell, and the Peacock pulled the entry, revealing a welcoming hallway. “Well, if it is not the dreaming and streaming Peacock,” Rockerite greeted.

“What can I do for you?” Investigated the Peacock.

“Are you a Western Ham appetizer?”

Feather flustered the Peacock decided not to answer the question, “tell me honestly, what is the deal with Kia Ford?”

“She is trying really hard to get goals,”

“But?”

“Relegation haunts the house,” warned the Peacock.

“Being a hammer girl that should not scare Kia Ford,” Rockerite referenced.

“Right my goal today is going to Summer Ville when ‘surviving dumping demotion’ is a non-issue,” Kia Ford spoke, cell phone listened, “think, rebound holiday, no global obligations only enjoying the Summer Ville seasonal sea air.”

“Sounds like the star-spangled banner already has a goal,” Rockerite positively stated creeping quietly passed the promotional fowl watch guard character.

“Tread carefully, Gato galore,” the Peacock cautioned.

Peering forward, the domesticated predator viewed Kia Ford respectfully kneel, addressing the Bowen shrine, “I need a goal,” the All-American resident whispered, and the memorial tribute suddenly exploded, flashing lights, instigating a bubble party, “you mean I have a second goal?”

Smiling the Peacock knowing the festive attraction machines worked properly returned, “As I said Rockerite you could easily stumble during these victorious times then call upon another one of your nine lives.”

Dispensing the comment, letting the rubbish words brush off, Rockerite continued prowling until a visual apparition appeared, ‘Nuno the spirited Saint,” exclaimed Kia Ford.

“I see Kia Ford you have two goals,”

“That is what the sheet recorded, and the black cat has none,” Kia Ford reported observing snarling Rockerite.

“For all your wonderful work Yahweh has a gift,”

“What is Yahweh giving me?” Kia Ford’s hands unclasped then clapped.

“A goal,” Nuno announced.

“That makes three,” Kia Ford knocked herself out before retiring, resting in the living room.

“Is that it for today?” Rockerite asked, once again, not getting a host response.

Monitoring the situation play out, the Peacock observed Rockerite boldly go where no feline has gone, “I see you do have a goal, Rockerite, sacking out in our living room,” the Peacock under the breath commentated, realizing the guests' eyes slowly close.

Not making a sound, the Peacock occupied the short stair flight and heard Kia Ford mumble unconsciously, "Tommy, can you hear me?” Unleashing the verbal request shook Rockerite’s foundation, “what do you mean? Tommy still has your back?”

“It went in,” Kia Ford quipped, “that makes four goals.”

“Only in your dreams,” Rockerite jumped, landing safely on all fours, “I am out of here.”

Scampering away, Rockerite found the door, “I had the most awful fantasy, Peacock,” Kia Ford declared, “Rockerite got a triple creating more work.”

Peacock calmly digested the information, “Kia Ford, Rockerite did show he was strong and brave using your lap as a bed, but the black cat only had one goal not three, and Tommy is not here, meaning no extra goal.”

“Did I get the points?”

“Yes, you have three more points but,”

“But what?” Kia Ford sounded concerned.

“We need to see Chelsea, next week,”

“And she will sing the blues then we will worry about relegation later,” Kia Ford concluded.