Another contest submission, this one by my good friend and ex-roommate, Tom! Who I call Tom Orley-o. He is from Saskatoon, where there are many ignorant primates. Though he doesn't blog for some strange reason, his wife does. His submission is a sequel to last year's winning entry. Although you can certainly enjoy this on its own, to enhance your reading experience even more, I think you should check out Pukekura's website.

The Pukekura Chess Club's Wonderfully Magnificent Sunday Outing
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Berg Finds A Hobby

The excitement began with a game of chess. Or, rather, many games of chess; all of which ended terribly. At first the whole idea had seemed grand to the members of the Pukekura Chess Club, and it was quickly voted in by the group who heralded the adventure as: The Pukekura Chess Club’s Wonderfully Magnificent Sunday Outing!
“What sport this will be!” was Charles’ response when he had first heard the suggestion.
“Wicked awesome!” delighted Peter, mischievously using the word ‘wicked’ despite his parents disdain for its employment outside of purely religious doxology.
Franklin (who was still only sipping noodle soups for lunch as a result of the massive dental headgear recently mounted to his abnormally shaped cranium) squealed with dungeon-and-dragon-like enchantment.
And so the approval swept through the rest of the club’s membership, until it fell, like so many socially inept dominoes, toward the head chair. For a moment the club became silent, all eyes turning nervously in the direction of Florence. Florence, the local chess champion and club viceroy, stood to his feet and in brilliant neglect of his asthmatic condition bellowed one word in Klingon: “HIja'!!!” YES!!!

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