"Full Day"

Mr. Mucus, in a very excited voice, explained to me that he and his friends were having a town hall meeting.  Of course, I had to ask why?  They were going to talk about capturing a Big Foot.  He then explained that he had a team of four people.  He was the muscle, one was a wrestler, one was the smart one, and the girl was part of the team because she was pretty.  Then he pulled out a map of Madison County and started looking for Alaska.  Which explains why he is the muscle.  At this point the Twins Who Are Not Twins joined in and said that Big Foot liked peanut butter.  A fact I was unaware of.  He then informed them that he and his friends were going to try canned meat first.  Makes sense, who doesn't like spam?  They continued with their plans when a fourth grader messed everything up by telling them that he had heard on the news that Big Foot had moved to North Carolina.  With this project at a standstill they moved on to the next project on the agenda.  Mr. Mucus pulled a pad of entry forms out of his book bag.  The ones like you see at a contest box.  He pulled one off, turned it over, and to my great pleasure wrote me a check for ten thousand dollars.  He then started pulling them off and passing them out to some of his fellow riders telling them to sign up for his new club.  There were three stipulations: 1. You had to be a boy. 2. You had to be smart. 3. You have to have cute hair.  They hurriedly filled out their forms asking me for zip codes and what e-mail meant.  Then there was a discussion about where they lived, was it a city or a community?  They got rather excited when several of them discovered that they were not only in the same grade but had been born in the same year!  Who would have believed it?  Then as in most things it all started to fall apart when they started discussing the hierarchy in the club.  It was generally agreed that the person with the entry form pad should be the First Captain but there was turmoil in the ranks when deciding who would be Second Captain and Third Captain.  At this point we were at school and the discussion broke up.  I didn't have the heart to tell them that most of their applications where going to be rejected due to the strict requirements of the club.