“I
bet you’re acquainted with these two,” MacPherson said.
“We’ve
seen them in action, a few times,” Jake said.
MacPherson
smiled. “I thought so.”
“You
see the guy in the white costume?” Rhoads said.
“Yeah,”
Halley said.
“That’s
Captain Olympia. He
excels at all physical, sporting-type endeavors … and all that
excellence comes into play,
as he battles the bad guys, and helps the good guys.”
“Huh,”
Jake said. “An Olympian, just like you.”
“That’s
funny,” MacPherson said, with a glance toward Rhoads. “I really
never thought of that.”
“That
must be what the gold on his outfit is for,” Ben said, “like
Olympic medals.”
“Makes
sense to me,” Rhoads said.
“Hey,
Mister MacPherson—how many medals did you win, anyhow?”
“Me?
Olympic medals? Just a few … oh, thirty-something, I
guess.” He smiled proudly. “Mostly gold.”
“Wow!
That’s way more than anyone ever, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.
I guess I had a few pretty good years.”
Jake
laughed. “A few good years …”
Rhoads
smirked and shook his head.
“What
events did you win?” Ben said. “All of them?”
“Ben,”
Halley said, “if he’d won everything, they would have kicked him
out.”
“Exactly,”
MacPherson said. “I had to be careful of that.”
“They
would’ve caught him in a cheating scandal—whether
he was cheating, or not.”
“That’s
right. I had to be careful of that,
too.”
“So,”
Ben said, “which events did you win?”
“Aw,
well … only the ones I entered; a little of this, and a little of
that. I dabbled in archery, Greco-Roman wrestling, swimming, skiing,
table tennis …”
“Table
tennis? You mean ping pong?
That’s an Olympic sport?”
“Of
course it is,” Halley said. “Every Summer Olympics since 1988.”
The
others chuckled.
“See?”
Ben said. “She knows everything.”
“I
study everything,”
Halley said.
“That’s
the way,” MacPherson said. “And … where was I? Oh, yeah …
cycling … speed skating … boxing, Taekwondo, fencing … and then
there was … beach volleyball.”
“Beach
volleyball!” Ben laughed. “That must have been a riot! No
way can I imagine you
in a bikini!”
“Hey,”
MacPherson said, “you trying to hurt my feelings, kid?”
They
all laughed.
“Well
I can tell you,”
Rhoads said, “that my
feelings aren’t hurt—but thanks to that mental image—I still
feel bad.”
“Now
that hurts my
feelings,” MacPherson said. “And you realize—Benji—it’s
only the women’s volleyballers who wear the bikinis, right?”
“Oh,
really?” Ben said.
“Geez,”
Jake said, “No bikini. You must have really had to watch
out for sunburns, huh?”
“Yes,
you always have to watch the sun exposure; but just so we’re clear,
I did wear something—just
not a bikini, alright?”
Jaked
grinned at his friends. “Alright Mister MacPherson … whatever you
say.”
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