So,Freddy the dragon,Micheal Jackson,the Obamas and the Trump family…and the old homeless man…and the small boy enjoyed icecream together in a rare private and peaceful setting until…
Overhearing this quiet conversation,the small boy gave the dragon a discreet nod and both made a quiet exit while the rest of the part were sipping Sherry-and flew off into the night in the direction of Chicago.
And then he realized the Wicked Witch of the West needed to be stopped, for the Trumps were in DC and Wrigley Field in Chicago, so he ripped of his superman costume to assume his secret identity.
In a private room at the conference center, the Mayor and the Archbishop of Chicago were whispering together over their pre-lunch martinis as they waited to make their official welcoming speeches.
The boy had a birds eye view of each scenario as the great dragon circled the city…after several laps found what he was looking for…the little Oriental shop in a dodgy lane where Barry had purchased the giant pumpkin seed…
He tugged at the dragon to inch closer to the little Oriental shop and a scrambled chalk mark was plain to see, ‘Barry was here’ at the side of the door.
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