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		<title>Eirik: New page: Category:Story  Category:Eirik Category:Animal {{DEFAULTSORT:Passing Fad}} {{title|name=Passing Fad|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}} Ty raced through the kitchen at breakneck speed, t...</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;New page: &lt;a href=&quot;/wiki/Category:Story&quot; title=&quot;Category:Story&quot;&gt;Category:Story&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;/wiki/Category:Eirik&quot; title=&quot;Category:Eirik&quot;&gt;Category:Eirik&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/wiki/Category:Animal&quot; title=&quot;Category:Animal&quot;&gt;Category:Animal&lt;/a&gt; {{DEFAULTSORT:Passing Fad}} {{title|name=Passing Fad|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}} Ty raced through the kitchen at breakneck speed, t...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Story]]  [[Category:Eirik]] [[Category:Animal]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Passing Fad}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{title|name=Passing Fad|user=Eirik|author=Eirik}}&lt;br /&gt;
Ty raced through the kitchen at breakneck speed, trying to eat a Pop&lt;br /&gt;
Tart and grab his briefcase at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;When will you be home, dear?&amp;quot; asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ty paused and turned as he opened the door into the garage.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll be&lt;br /&gt;
late…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His voice was cut off by the whinny from the garage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;9-1-1 Emergency, this is Officer Liebermann, how can I assist you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, my car&amp;#039;s been… well… stolen I guess.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You guess, sir?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#039;m not sure what to make of it.  I left it in front of my&lt;br /&gt;
building last night and now it&amp;#039;s gone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, it was stolen.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know.  They&amp;#039;re all gone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All what, sir?  The cars?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes, ma&amp;#039;am.  But that&amp;#039;s not the oddest part…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn it, Henry, do you have any idea what this will do to us?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The hapless auto executive threw up his hands.  &amp;quot;Do you think that I&lt;br /&gt;
knew this was coming?  Christ, Bob, I have thousands invested…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, stuff it,&amp;quot; mumbled the company president.  &amp;quot;What the hell are we&lt;br /&gt;
going to do?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why don&amp;#039;t we just build more?  I mean, we&amp;#039;ve got plenty of parts on&lt;br /&gt;
hand to build a few, at least…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn it, don&amp;#039;t you think we _tried_ that?  What do you think happened? &lt;br /&gt;
Take a guess.  Do you want to take a wild guess as to what happened when&lt;br /&gt;
the last bolt was tightened on a brand new one ton truck?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Henry paled a little.  &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t mean…&amp;quot;  He stopped, feeling his heart&lt;br /&gt;
beat through his chest.  &amp;quot;Right in front of everyone?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right in front of a couple hundred very surprised Teamsters.  That&lt;br /&gt;
shiny red truck turned into a God damn draft horse.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is Tracy William, reporting from downtown Sacramento.  There is no&lt;br /&gt;
explanation for what happened here this morning, sometime shortly after&lt;br /&gt;
three in the morning Pacific Time.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The camera panned across the four lane street that ran beside the&lt;br /&gt;
California State Capitol building, showing the scene that had billions&lt;br /&gt;
across the planet bewildered.  The scenes silently shifted around, to&lt;br /&gt;
highways, roads and alleys, all lined with wandering horses, mules and&lt;br /&gt;
donkey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The scene shifts back to the California State Capitol building.  &amp;quot;That&lt;br /&gt;
was the scene this morning as we all awakened to find out what had&lt;br /&gt;
happened.  For now, people are trying to make due.  Most people are&lt;br /&gt;
simply walking or riding bikes, but some adventurous soles are&lt;br /&gt;
attempting to do something that they&amp;#039;ve never done before: ride a&lt;br /&gt;
horse.  This is Tracy William, reporting.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The view switches back to the studio.  &amp;quot;Tracy, this is Wink.  May I ask&lt;br /&gt;
how you managed to get across town to the Capitol building with all the&lt;br /&gt;
satellite equipment?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The view switched back to a grinning Tracy.  &amp;quot;Of course, Wink.&amp;quot; She&lt;br /&gt;
motioned for the camera to follow her as she walked to the side.  &amp;quot;This&lt;br /&gt;
is what we found in the van&amp;#039;s parking space this morning,&amp;quot; she said,&lt;br /&gt;
patting the side of the Shire mare.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t wanna go to school today!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Phyllis just took her sons jacket out of the closet.  &amp;quot;Look, I don&amp;#039;t&lt;br /&gt;
want to hear it, Jacob.&amp;quot; She tossed his bookbag at him.  &amp;quot;The school bus&lt;br /&gt;
will be here any minute.  Go outside and wait for it, I&amp;#039;ve got to saddle&lt;br /&gt;
up the car… horse, whatever.&amp;quot;  As he turned to leave, Phyllis stopped&lt;br /&gt;
him.  &amp;quot;Wait, take this!&amp;quot; She said, tossing him an apple.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For the teacher?&amp;quot; he asked, bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, for the bus.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We now go to Brent Waylaid in SkyCam 6.  Brent?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re over the scene now.  It seems these two suspects attempted to rob&lt;br /&gt;
the First Tristate Bank on Burke Street, when according to witnesses,&lt;br /&gt;
their getaway mount wandered off.  They hadn&amp;#039;t tied him up properly. &lt;br /&gt;
They are now attempting to get away from the police thoroughbreds on a&lt;br /&gt;
stolen pony…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mom, why can&amp;#039;t I take the horse out?  I promise I&amp;#039;ll be careful.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s what you said the last time, Carla, and when I went to take her&lt;br /&gt;
to the market the next day she was all banged up!  She&amp;#039;d thrown a shoe&lt;br /&gt;
and you&amp;#039;d left her bridle on all night!  You have any idea how much a&lt;br /&gt;
farrier costs these days?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But mom…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But nothing!  You can&amp;#039;t have the horse again until you get your&lt;br /&gt;
permanent riders license…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who-ee!  That is a sweet looking ride.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brandon smiled.  &amp;quot;Sure is.  Fastest thing on four legs around. Comes&lt;br /&gt;
from good stock.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mustang?  Pontiac?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Corvette, actually.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Senator, what do you say about the charges that the military is poorly&lt;br /&gt;
equipped?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The aging senator from Maine looked like he was going to blow a gasket. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What the hell are you talking about, Samuel?  The United States Army&lt;br /&gt;
has the finest war horses in the world!  We just approved funding for&lt;br /&gt;
state of the art barding…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He reigned in the white stallion as they reached the top of the bluff,&lt;br /&gt;
then twisted in the saddle and kissed his girlfriend.  &amp;quot;Sorry, baby, I&lt;br /&gt;
ran out of feed…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am _not_ taking that to work.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Honey, I don&amp;#039;t think you&amp;#039;ve got a choice.  It&amp;#039;s that or you walk.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn it, everyone else got a horse!  I&amp;#039;ll look like some kind of&lt;br /&gt;
idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, shut up and get on the donkey…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{{Separator|stars}}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We are pleased to announce that we are working full time to retool the factory, &amp;quot; boomed the company president.  &amp;quot;We should have no problem&lt;br /&gt;
getting up to full production by the end of next month.&amp;quot;  He waved to&lt;br /&gt;
the crowd of assembled workers and stockholders as he jumped off the&lt;br /&gt;
stage.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Henry met up with him quickly, smiling wide.  &amp;quot;Brilliant move, sir.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bob just rolled his eyes.  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s survival, you simp.  Besides, this&lt;br /&gt;
company was founded as a buggy manufacturer.  God knows my great&lt;br /&gt;
granddad would have loved to see the features we can install these&lt;br /&gt;
days.&amp;quot;  He shook his head.  &amp;quot;What an insane world.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Henry shrugged.  &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s like they always say, when you find lemons, you&lt;br /&gt;
make lemonade.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bob chuckled.  &amp;quot;Henry, my old friend, if this all turns out to be a&lt;br /&gt;
grand delusion, we&amp;#039;ll be eating horse apples…&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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