The Majestic Eagle's Eye

Despite being out of the money, following running the numbers, Vesparo finished reading about the winner’s gossip, reported in the Evening Star newspaper.

“I could have been someone, if it wasn’t for that veering out incident and steward’s inquiry,” the maiden with special weight thought defending her firm turf, “instead I am in this stone rock quarry place, servicing some guy named Perrotta.”

Suddenly, a ranunculus flower bloomed, showing the marble setting, teasing Vesparo ‘pick me up’.

Smelling its beauty, Vesparo remembered being on the fast track recollecting another maiden claiming memory, “The Lady Collected dame,” she thought for a second, “dropped in class, got off to a good start, only to be a first eyewitness observing Rosie on the run win, figuring the floral common wealth arrangement appeal, a good investment.”

Lowering standards, the tax lady grip loosened, ‘allowing an anything entrance welcoming mat’, things started to show, hinting Vesparo ‘bug out’ dimming her marquee night light after leaving the Alyvin Mavis production, penniless and out of the money.

Using sonic speed vacating the place, fortune turned around when Vesparo, took a golden shot opportunity, joining the ‘Colpo D’our’ show. It didn’t take long for the talented galactic landmark headliner to realize, she dropped in class, “but this Bay Street Money, will make me a winner,” the heavenly wonder strategized, defending her firm turf.

While enjoying a violet cooked raw steak Vesparo noticed, a majestic eagle swoop down, claiming ‘out of the money status’, ignoring any ‘in God we trust issues’.

“When did you pick up the microphone?” The independent bald jet setter asked, leaving his sapling tree home, knowing there was a lot at stake.

End Day One

“Is this an objection?” Vesparo shouted into the skies.

“No,” the majestic eagle started, “back when I was on the fast track starring in an Azteca Stardust show production, I commanded the audience.”

“A bald eagle? Casted in an Azteca Stardust show production?”

“Look kid,” the North American symbol continued, “I personally promoted tootsie toes and had a winner stage presence, especially with Racey Ruby slippers controlling the place.”

“You knew Racey Ruby!?”

“That is right, kid I knew Racey Ruby, until a maiden started claiming, an urban dancer who was out of the money.”

“What happened?”

“Critics on the fast-track lifestyle always said I was a winner having a supreme mind but one day flying into a place called Wolf Beach, they were awarding me an Emeritus Honor for the shoe clicking fantasy show, and this maiden started claiming, creating a deceptive blurry New York Fog, putting us all out of the money.”

“Oh no,” Vesparo replied.

“Using out of the money bargaining power, the urban dancer playing the fast-track role, started claiming ‘trainer please’ when Mr. Georgie showed up, doing his tie breaker routine, reserved for winners suited up for attire. Taking all the strangulation corporate apparel, eliminating the image from the equation.”

“Wow,” Vesparo amazingly responded.

“So, dear do you want Rumson liquor, with that steak?

End Day Two

Leaving the young girl to her dinner the majestic eagle continued his journey, encountering an Olympic romp show featuring Vikram personality traits. All night deflecting celebrity carpeted rumor millers claiming he had out of the money issues, the majestic eagle honestly presented profitable receipts clearing him from the media checks. When the curtain came down and still on the fast track the freedom flyer decided to attend a party over at a festive port swing place and this is where he watched a tycoon winner slip into a slip.

“Are you out of the money?” Screamed the financial wizard’s bohemian babe as her Captain tied the knot, securing the floating transportation.

“No, I just want ruffles,” the majestic eagle answered within a second, requesting ahoy seasoned chips.

“Oh, I thought Polly wanted a cracker,” the maiden doing claiming joked stepping onto the dock as the majestic eagle gave the evil trance stance.

“You think you are winners but, on your ride, home it will be a nightmare,” the majestic eagle whispered glaring intensely, feathers now smooth. Flying off, getting a smoke bomb blessing from Maria inside a seaside chapel, the majestic eagle returned and put on a Maryvic show, conjuring a perfume spell dispensing a Pesadilla Chanel aroma aboard the luxury yacht.

In a serious conversation the bohemian babe and tycoon reboarded the expensive toy as the majestic eagle hid in the darkness.

“Just be honest,” the tycoon took a second, giving advice, “about the Leo Fong show.”

“Reason ‘Lee Oh’ was hot on my heels,” the bohemian babe retorted, defending her turf, “’Lee Oh’ believed, I was out of the money.”

Hearing all the juicy maiden claiming details, the majestic eagle stayed silent, “what is that smell?”

Shrugging his shoulders the tycoon replied, ‘not sure’ signaling the bohemian babe ‘throw up your arms’, “it’s like a dog poop in an Arteta woods, I thought you were a winner, Mr. Tycoon.”

No longer having a jump off shore escape, the bohemian babe endured the stench, seeing the majestic eagle wave, sarcastically smiling, “something really stinks especially tomorrow when you two see the red bank balance and calculate, you do not have a dinero stake, anymore.”