Publicity Gains Since The Maiden Claims

Defending firm turf Hal and Dale, made a point, arriving near the intersection between a swelling gulf and the tranquil stream. Rumor mill spinning, creating energy stating, blossoming Cherokee warrior representative, Adsila began claiming, hinting the two affluent South Floridians, the verbal assault was serious.

“Call the bullpen, let’s show Adsila gossiping doesn’t work around here,” Hal suggested, “it was only you, Dale who boasted winning before the stretch run results were made official.”

“But,” Dale responded in a Miami style accent, “we are out of the money, had to play a card.”

“It was Tapeta, who had trackside superiority,” Hal remembered, “and she used a claiming strategy producing Hollywood mayhem, making her a winner,”

“Yes, Tapeta,” Dale agreed, “instigated wild west justice, in the place filled with facades and when the stewards' reviewed inquiries, there were no changes.”

“That is right, Dale, Prince David, once choreographed a show,” Hal recounted, “and Tapeta used to say, the star Mighty Murphy was out of the money.”

Tapeta was a true maiden claimer, very insolenta about it despite being a winner.

“Have to tell you, ran an awesome campaign and put competitive rivals in their place.”

“Yeah, when she had a show, let me tell you, it was muscle maiden.”

“Except for Starlight Luna, who Tapeta always said was out of the money.”

Starlight Luna was an Antillean headliner who would steal the scene, any second the performer could grab, claiming fast track experience. Displaying a winning blaze of color the award-winning Mustang Bay show marquee presence smoothly graced along, until someone in the audience, out of the money, whispered, “things are gettin Harry.”

Making Starlight Luna stop her monologue and scream, “Harry!”

Later that evening, lights dimmed, Starlight Luna, seeking spatacular relaxing therapy, featuring soothing global warming sponge time sensational sessions, and enduring the exotic experience, successfully combatted out of the money demonic thoughts, “I am a heavy favorite,” she explained, confronting fast track actions, “and it takes a second to accelerate me!”

Listening, show talent Theo’s Thunder, believed the claiming information Starlight Luna mentioned, “my dear,” The rising dancer paused, “that song so sweet is a winner.”

Across town, Tapeta surfaced, coming back from a rancho vista show, where hotel registrations revealed her maiden claiming status, telling those servicing guests, “first farm visit.”

Observing winning game energy, the place’s staff provided stimulating chit chatter along with a Mithril metal.

“What is this?” Tapeta inquired.

“Just a token of our appreciation for staying at Rancho Vista,” they giggled.

Back home, unpacked, Tapeta contemplated the generous donation thinking, “Liz loves Shopping and this souvenir is better than a tee shirt,”

“And Liz is out of the money,” bellowed a voice in the dark,” as for your junior token, ah, it doesn’t exist.”

“Who are you?” Tapeta screamed.

“Pax Mundi, from the traditional fast track place,” the figure emerged, “and I am here reminding you, despite all your conversations, the maiden with special weight still sparks patron’s interest.”

“Pax Mundi, or world peace, I should say, please understand Tapeta know it all dialogue, controls the future.”

Hearing this, infuriated the placid ponderer, boiling earlier meals dissolving stomach contents. Deciding proper retaliation needed, the diplomat conjured up the thousand spirit and the ghostly aspiration showed power, taking the bull by the horns, turning the setting into a winning situation.

“No!” Yelped Tapeta as the headlines in the next day papers printed copy.

“Starlight Luna is no longer out of the money; she is now Star of the Gun.”

Putting the periodical down, Hal turned to Dale, “you see all Adsila had to do is change her stage name from Starlight Luna to Star of the Gun and like magic, all problems disappeared.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t Pax Mundi unleashing the thousand spirits?” Dale noted looking for a new investment.