The Mighty Cattle
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Three preteen boys laughed as they held the
purse in front of them.

"Hey Eric, think it'll work?"
Tim said.

"No doubt," Eric answered, sure
of himself.

"Okay, Tim, drop it," commanded
Dave, the last boy.

Tim dropped the purse, and slid a
dollar bill into the opening.
The boys ran and hid, giggling when
a man jumped out of a car to
retrieve the purse.

The man jumped out of the
car, angry, spotted the boys,
and chased after them.
After a while, he injured
his crotch and was forced
to give up the chase.

"Damn you!"

"Score!" Eric yelled, high-fiving
his friends.

"That shows Darren!"
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Jordan Gombay, attorney-at-law, walked into the
bar. He downed about seven beers, then, drunk,
stumbled out to his car.

His vision started to get blurry when he drove
onto the highway. After a few minutes, he ended
up wrecking his car and another car.
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The judge looked Gombay over with disgust.

"Jordan Gombay, this is your second DUI in
two months. I hereby sentence you to 1000
hours of community service, and two months
in jail."

Gombay put his head in his hands.

"This is NOT happening."
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Garry Cattlesworth stared Gombay down,
scaring him, in a way.

"Jordan, you just canNOT keep cavorting like
this. The firm's been losing business ever
since the trial."

"Sorry, sir."

"Sorry isn't good enough. I can't have a drunk
working at this firm. Nobody would have us
handle their cases."

Jordan nodded.

"I cut a deal with the judge. If I drop you from
the firm for a couple months, and have you
do your community service hours, then you will
not have to serve the time in jail."

Jordan's eyes widened as he said, "You didn't say
yes, did you?"

Cattlesworth winced, and he answered, "Yes, I did."

"But--"

"No buts, Jordan. Report to this address on Tuesday
when you will begin your hours. All the information
is here," Cattlesworth said as he handed the envelope
to Jordan.

After strolling to his office, Jordan opened the envelope
to see what he'd have to do.

"Oh sh--I'm directing a marching band?"

He fainted.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Mighty Ducks.

The members of the marching band are based on the
members of the marching band in my class. Love
ya'll!