Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Getting advice from colorful fowl talent audition line colleagues, the Peacock left the bubble machine unplugged, hoping reconnecting, would energize the situation, creating a goal like setting. Venturing outside, where Kia Ford stared into the relaxing space, hearing the neighbor play festive Christmas music, her trusty sidekick confronted reality, accepting responsibility.

“I am not getting out of this,” Kia Ford expressed facing honest truths, “I am headed for relegation.”

Taking a more sensitive approach, the Peacock cautiously chose words, “there is nowhere to go except up.”

Issuing a strong glare, Kia Ford sent a message, "my suggestion,” the Peacock continued, “go to your Union Square meeting with the citizens this week, they are a respected group and reside top of the table, accept the results they render, come back, I promise, we will work together on the new year strategy.”

“That sounds like a good plan, Peacock,” Kia Ford perked up putting down the teacup.

Prepared for the worst-case scenario, the two ventured off imitating school children seeking winter break grades. Simple travel progressed towards the destination producing interesting observations, “aristocrats run the place these days,” the Peacock belted out.

“Yes, they do,” Kia Ford, star spangled banner American attitude agreed.

Arriving from the higher ground land, a larger-than-life figure emerged, “I am Earl the Nobleman,” the influential character spoke through the podium microphone, “and I have a goal.”

“It hasn’t even been five minutes,” Kia Ford whispered.

“They get things done here, perfect valid reason, why the citizens receive tabletop reservations,” the Peacock replied, listening intently to the speech.

Seeing all the peppy enthusiasm, impressed Kia Ford watching the enthusiastic crowd cheer.

“Now, who is this?” Kia Ford questioned, acknowledging the next speaker, addressing the determined droves.

“I am the son of Reiner and a Reinder descendent, also I am connected to the crown, and these privileges earn me a goal,” the voice implied, “and my dear countrymen and women they are yours and we citizens have two goals.”

“Two goals and half time, isn’t even here,” Kia Ford started sweating.

“Is that relegation cool down defense?” Wondered the Peacock, “digest all this bad news and,”

“And what?” Kia Ford’s ego protection activated, “enjoy the holiday?”

“No, breathe,” the Peacock corrected.

Upon return following a short intermission, Earl the Nobleman presided over the stage presentation, “you know what fellow citizens?” He paused, “A second goal has come my way, and we will finish our pre-Christmas work securing three goals.”

Suddenly, the masses erupted, clapping and Kia Ford stomach dropped, realizing not a goal appeared on her scoresheet.

“Calmly go to the exit,” guided the Peacock.

“Hammer girl”! Where are you going? Need a pep step jolt?” Earl the Noblemen requested,

“Honestly, I would appreciate, Nunno the spirited Saint conjuring experience then schedule counseling sessions,” Kia Ford retorted.

“Apparently, our monarch status is too much for your colonist's upbringing?” Earl the Noblemen concluded.

“Nah, all you are doing is instigating my competitive juices.” Kia Ford retorted.

“Good that will get you out of relegation, keeping you residing inside the English Premiere Estates,” Earl the Nobleman mentioned.

Later that night, wearing a parka, sitting in the same courtyard seat as the morning, Kia Ford quietly reflected with the holiday orchestra playing more sets.

“Where do we go from here? Peacock?”

“Craven wants to show you cottage pamphlet sales information, Saturday,”

“Then what? Peacock?” Kia Ford persisted.

“Face everyone again and this time its revenge,” the Peacock feathers fluffed, opening its theatrical logo advertisement.