Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Covered in warm blankets, Kia Ford realized the international break officially ended, opening English Premiere Estates’ points and goal opportunities. With a lone eye clearly coherent, the united west ham peered toward the door, creaking before revealing. A haunting character holding an umbrella.

“I have some good and bad news,” the animated promotional fowl announced, “the positive side reports, relegation behind us, while the negative complains it's raining.”

“Once the International break concluded, weren’t we scheduled to go cherry picking, you know collect enough fruit for when the boys in the band visit?”

“That is true but the elements outside are so bad,” the Peacock paused.

“I should stay here comfy and watch the tele?”

Affirmatively acknowledging the suggestion, the Peacock offered a solution, “send Will’s Son over, he needs cash and a new pair of boxers.”

“Settled Peacock, call um and tell Will’s Son, we need him to pick cherries since the dark knight, captured the golden ball.”

“Is that hammer girl code?” Inquired the Peacock.

“Maybe.”

Geared up, prepared the Peacock entered the wild weather environment, seeing Will’s Son controlling the driver’s seat. Quickly, the colorful creature accepted the passenger role. “Let’s go find out why the dark knight is blocking the golden ball,” the Peacock unleashed confidential dialogue.

“Huh,” Will’s Son replied, pulling into traffic.

Carefully navigating the auto, the former new castle resident safely arrived at the grounds known to bring forward strong active behavior and presenting the performers' best qualities. “I got this,” Will’s Son told the copilot, “You stay here.”

Not too keen on facing the Dark Knights horrendous outdoor challenges, the Peacock securely planted, seat belt fastened, realizing any moment they would leave with the party goods.

Like a college student, keg searching, Will’s Son selected the proper tree and went to work and within forty-five minutes accomplished two goals. “Identify the proper source by snatching enough cherries needed to satisfy the boys in the band and show hard labor pays off.” Approaching the car Will’s Son requested the Peacock, “roll down the window.”

“We should be done here, Peacock,” Will’s Son notified, “there is enough, no matter how many boys in the band come.”

Pointing a feather the Peacock instructed the player, “go back, Kia Ford may want dessert cherries.”

Following commands Will’s Son discovered the village’s only innkeeper standing next to the blooming money maker, hands folded, “What are you doing here?”

“Winning,” Will’s Son honestly answered, “just got my two goals and now I would appreciate the three points.

“Well,” the intimidating proprietor declared, “my name is Tavernier, and I am the only tavern keeper, which means the cherries from this tree are mine, now there is a miniature gardening greenery down the row which you can fulfill any duties.”

“But that shrubbery does not have any cherries,” Will’s Son kept wiping the Dark Knight’s rain machine off his face.

“That's the strategy,”

Taking the response in stride, Will’s Son handled the transition maturely and checked out the smaller hedge until the final whistle.

“No goals?” The Peacock investigated, “and no more cherries?”

“Tavernier showed up, took his spot back,” Will’s Son explained, “I thought he would be like Kia Ford, just write this day off.”

“Well, he didn’t,” the Peacock concluded, “Tavernier is the only town’s innkeeper, and they say he’s number one, so I figure those are two goals you cannot argue with,”

“I guess you could say we are level,” Will’s Son made sure the cherries budgeted for the boys in the band were safe.”

Patiently relaxing Kia Ford suddenly was disturbed, “clear the path,” Will’s Son exclaimed, “cherries are being delivered.”

Standing up excited Kia Ford happily grinned, “how many cherries did you pick?”

“We will be prepared to serve the boys in the bands next weekend,” the Peacock announced, “and the good news is Kia Ford, you are no longer facing relegation.”

“That’s good,” Kia Ford smiled, “any bad news?”

“It's how everything went down today,” the Peacock silently mumbled, disappearing into the kitchen.