ucky awoke startled at the fact that his pillow was saturated in
drool. “What does it mean?,” he thought, slipping his colorful 4
high-tops on and wiping his face on his p.j.’s. Rebel Yell (ey
began blaring from his clock-radio-coffee maker as his pop tarts :
sprang from the toaster. “Good morning, dear.” “I BEG YOUR

PARDON!!!” “Good morning, Mr. President, Sir.” “THATS

BETTER. I MAY BE YOUR HUSBAND, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE

TO IGNORE ONE’S PROPER TITLE.” “It’s very sunny today,
Mr. President.” “YES, IT’S GOING TO BE A BEAUTIFUL x“ 4
DAY, A VERY BEAUTIFUL DAY.” Ee °

“Good morning, President Lucky, Sir.” The Mole was the
first person to greet Lucky at the school, anxiously waiting
at the front door, as was his daily practice. “GOOD MORN- fi
ING, MOLE. IT’S GOING TO BE A BEAUTIFULDAY, AVERY [
BEAUTIFUL DAY.” “Yes, it will be, President Lucky, -S$
Sir.” “So, WHAT IS ON MY VERY BUSY AGENDA TO- fy
DAY,MOLE?” “Well, today isthe day we meet Thing1 \(@
and Thing 2 about the book, President Lucky, Sir.”
“OH YES, THE PROSPECTUS. THAT MUST BE THE REASON S
WE’RE HERE AT 5:30 IN THE MORNING... TELL ME, MOLE,

WHAT DO YOUR THINK OF THAT NEW PROSPECTUS?” “sl
think it’s very, very pretty, Mr. President.” “Pretty \S$
PRETENTIOUS.” “Yes, that’s, that’s what I meant.” zal

agree,” came the voice from a distant hall, “I do agree.” It was S
Fonty, fresh out of another design/media meeting and dead on
time for the next. “GOOD MORNING, FONTY. IT’S A BEAUTIFUL aN
DAY FOR A MEETING.” “Yes, it is, President Lucky, Sir, I ‘a

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