Part 1
Crack!
The sound echoed across the valley. Ivy Kassal looked up from where she was
working in her garden.
'Another storm.' She thought. 'So many lately.' she brushed off her jeans and
stood up. "Monica! Derek! Ollie! Another storm's coming. Time to come inside!"
She looked up at the dark clouds gathered at the horizon, and a cool breeze
smelling of the rain to come slid past her nostrils. She shivered, and cast a
last look at the sky before heading in.
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Nosedive looked out the window of the Areowing at the rain pouring down. He was
tired. They were heading back to Anihiem after a game in Chicago. He turned away
from the window. Avery and Mallory were teaseing Duke, and Grin was meditating
or something. In the front, Tanya and Wildwing were locked in conversation. He
strained to hear some of the words. "Getting worse. . . . . " He caught. ". . .
. dangerous. . . . might hafta. . . . . coming down hard. . . . . .radio." The
radio switched on, to low to hear, then off again.
"Dangerous?" He thought. "I wonder. . . " His train of thought jumped the track
as Tanya called back to them.
"Hey guys? Seems we have a teeney-weeney problem." The team turned to stare at
her. " It's the storm. It's getting worse. We're gonna hafta land. I'm
contacting the nearest airport to see if we can land there." Everyone nodded.
"In fact, I think I just found someone. Looks like we'll be touching down soon.
. . . . ."
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The Areowing came in for a smooth landing. Rain poured down in sheets. Mallory
stepped out onto the wet pavement of the small air port runway. She looked up
into the sky, and promptlely got water in her eyes. 'Ugh' she thought. 'What
awful weather.' The rest of the team stepped out behind her.
"Stuck! Stuck I say, in the middle of dullsville! What'm I gonna do!" Wailed
Dive. Wing nudged him. "Quiet, bro. Someone's coming."
A Lone figure ran towards them. He was a middle aged man,with graying red hair
and brown eyes. He took Wing's hand and shook it vigoriosly. " The Mighty Ducks!
Please let me introduce myself! Nathan Fergeson, at your service! Wow! The
Mighty Ducks! Amazing! It is an honor to hav eyou in our small but humble town,
not to metion an honor to me! I remeber back in 65 when I met the president!
Kinda like this! If there's anything just let me know and i'll. . . . "
"Well," interupted Wildwing. "First: do you know where we could find a good
hotel?"
"Oh yes! A wonderful place! Practicly right next door! The most luxirios we
have! A wonderful place! Really! Truely! Why if I had the money I'd go over
there right now and. . " Wildwing stopped him before he could start babbleing
again.
"Second: Could I have my hand back?"
The man, reealizing that he still had it, dropped it seepishly.
"Anyway, you said there was a hotel nearby? Where is it?"
Nathan seemed to brighten again. "Oh, right this way! Oh, isn't this grand!I
never thought I'd meet the Mighty Ducks, lrt alone be leading them out of the
cold and rain! Oh Joy, oh rapture. . . . "
His voice faded of into the rain as he lead the ducks to the hotel.