Botheration: Part Four: Tipping Point

The alpenglow of the rising sun appeared in the distance, reflecting its brilliance on the sides of the enormous, shimmering San Diego Times newspaper building. As I pondered this joy, a gust of wind blew a newspaper off the magazine stand across the courtyard and took flight. It almost escaped before I stepped on it to end its brief freedom.Wiping the morning dew out of my eyes, I reached down and opened it. Plastered across the top of the San Diego Times Newspaper, I excitedly read the following words:

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PHOBOS AND DEIMOS ABDUCTED!!!“Where are they,” I thought? “Who or what is behind the abduction?”Ricky Right, the current Scotsbourgh high star football quarterback, must have been listening because he blurted out the following with a laugh:” I guess the police will now issue a Silver Alert for the disappearance of the moons of our Earth.”

The words were barely out of Ricky’s mouth when a much deeper voice cried, “Dummy, those are the moons of Mars, not the Earth.”I turned around and saw that the voice was none other than my old nemesis and new friend Mark Paige. Mark earned letters in baseball, basketball, and football at Scotsbourgh High School. He was a superstar. “Ha, ha, ha,” I said guardedly.