The Mighty Cattle
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Jordan Gombay glided into the
auditorium, to meet his band.
His eyes opened wide, and he
almost dropped to the ground
laughing, when he saw the band in
their assorted uniforms, consisting
mainly of pink sweaters with purple
polka dots with lacy collars
and various other pink-and
purple doo-dads.

"HEY MR. G!" Joe shouted enthusiastically.

They were all sugar high, as they'd downed
about fifty containers of pixie stix, acting
with great stupidity.

"Mm...want a Pixie Stick, Mr. G?" Eric Borger
offered.

"Yeah, they're real good!" confirmed Dave
Jamison.

Jordan just ignored him, hoping that nobody
would notice him escape.

"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," he excused
himself.

On his way to the bathroom, he saw a familiar man with
gray hair and a huge mole on his nose.

"Director Reagan?" Jordan thought to himself.

Then, the man walked over and started talking to him.

"Jordan? Haven't seen you in a while. Got a kid in the
band?"

Gombay answered, somewhat nervously,"No...I'm directing."

Reagan laughed.

"Good luck. You're gonna need it."
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In a circle, the Wolverines shouted their cheer:
"We rule, you drool, win big, win, win"

Gordon got his band in a circle, and tried to get
them to shout the Wolverine cheer.

It didn't work.

Jenna started to chant "Swing, batter batter
batter, hit me batter, batter, batter..."

"Jenna, this is marching band. We don't have batters."
Gombay retorted, then turned his back and left.

So, Jenna turned to Alysa and the Preston twins.

"Then what DO we have?"

Jaime and Jessica looked at each other, and then
Alysa answered, "Well, we have drummers."

"Oh, how 'bout, play drummer, drummer drummer, hit me
drummer drummer drummer...."
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The Wolverines were amazing, especially their first
flute and clarinet player Andrew Parkinson. He was
stellar, the creme de la creme.

Dunegon was another story. The only people who showed
talent was the drum line. Everyone else...well, they just
sucked.

Gombay downed the whole bottle of aspirin. Even that
did not cure the horrible headache that Dunegon gave him.
He'd tried to get them to cheat, but they wouldn't.
Who would know that these clowns would have actual
morals?

After they'd been crushed by the Wolverines, Jordan
gathered his band together and began to yell.

"Do you like losing?" he angrily screached.

"Nah, but after a while, ya kinda get used to it,"
Trisha retorted rudely.

Gombay was really getting frustrated.

"Why the hell won't ya'll listen to me? Why?"

Tim raised himself up, and answered with a frown:
"Why the hell should we?"

The whole team deserted him.
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Jordan walked into the parking lot, where he saw
another familiar face. Someone he actually liked.

George.
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He opened the door to the instrument/ instrument
repair shop.

"Jordan?" George said.

"How did you know it was me?" Jordan answered.

"The way you open the door, angrily. Just sticks."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Hear you're directing."

"Yeah. Dunegon. They suck."

George paused.

"Well, I remember a little boy who used
to play trumpet. Then that little boy grew
up to be a cocky lawyer, who bosses around
little band geeks for fun."

Jordan's head sunk in shame.

"You could do something for them, you know."

Jordan raised his head slightly, and muttered,
"You're right. I should be nicer to the band
geeks. After all, I was one myself."

"Well, it was nice to see you again, Jordan, but
I must go."

After George left the shop, Jordan suddenly had
a great idea.
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Will Mrs Andreson sue Jordan for the limo incident?
Will Eric and Dave get a life?
Will the band get talented?
Find out in the next installment of...the Mighty
Cattle!
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A/N: Ooh, Jordan has an idea. This was longer
than the other chappies. Obviously. Thanks
for the reviews. XOXO ally

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