Dusk is coming on apace. The ball is on the 6-yard line. Victory for the powerful Heliotrope eleven is five minutes away. The almost equally powerful Chocolate team is grim, desperate.
The players crouch. There is a hush. The ball is snapped. It strikes waiting hands and bobs away. An alert Chocolate figure seizes it. There he goes—toward two white posts 94 yards away. On and on and on—40 yards, 60 yards, 80— touchdown! The Chocolate wins.
It is the story of many a football game but...
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