Valentine’s Day Preps in Shady Pines

Valentine’s Day Preps in Shady Pines

GETTING READY FOR VALENTINE’S DAY 

A cold wind blows down Main Street in Shady Pines Story Town. It’s early February and storefronts are filled with images of hearts and flowers. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.

Scoop, the cub reporter, with The Shady Pines Gazette newspaper is on a mission. He wants to interview folks about how they plan to celebrate this very special day.

The young teenager’s first stop is the mayor’s office in Town Hall. With a bag filled with his gear slung over his left shoulder, Scoop runs up the steps to the double front doors.

“Hi, Sally,” says Scoop as he greets the receptionist at the front desk. The young woman with the dark, brown hair looks up from her computer to greet the eager reporter.

“Hey, Scoop, you can go right in,” she says. “Mayor Fibbs is expecting you.” She hands Scoop a list of activities planned around town. Scoop knocks on the mayor’s office door.

MAYOR BEAUREGARD P. FIBBS’ OFFICE

“Come in,” says Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs. He gets up from his chair behind his big wooden desk as Scoop comes through the door. “Hello young man.”

Scoop shakes the mayor’s hand. “Thank you for doing this Mayor Fibbs.”

The mayor motions for Scoop to take a seat. “Not at all. Glad to do it. What’s on your mind?”

Looking into his bag, Scoop pulls out his reporter’s notebook and pen. “I think a lot of people around town would be interested in hearing how you plan to spend Valentine’s Day.”

The mayor leans back in his chair and smiles. “Well, that morning I plan to attend the breakfast over at Maggie’s Diner for the kids and their parents. She’s doing her annual fundraiser for to raise money for the American Heart Association.”

Scoop is taking notes. “I heard about that. February is heart health month. Maggie raised a lot of money last year.”

The mayor nods. “She sure did. You’re never too young to learn about ways to prevent heart disease.”

“That’s a good point,” says Scoop, making a note of that. “What are you doing for Mrs. Fibbs?”

Mayor Fibbs gets up and paces back and forth. “This is always tough. I like to surprise her. She loves jewelry. So, for your readers, just say I’m doing something she’ll never expect.”

Scoop smiles. “Mayor, are you asking me to fib to my readers?”

The mayor sighs loudly. “Oh, just because my name is Fibbs. Do you think I’ve never heard that joke before? You won’t be lying to report that. I am having a special heart charm made for her charm bracelet. It’ll be a one-of-a-kind.”

“OK. That’s seriously cool. Is someone in town making it for you?” asks Scoop.

The mayor shakes his head. “No, I went to a jeweler over in River City so she wouldn’t find out.”

Scoop closes his reporter’s pad. “Is it OK if I write that you are doing someone “charming” for your wife this Valentine’s Day?”

The mayor chuckles. “That’s pretty good. Sure, I guess that will be all right.”

Scoop packs up his stuff.

“Where are you going next?” asks Fibbs.

Scoop stands up. “The Community Center. I hear Director Rita Mallena is doing an after-school craft session. The kids are making Valentine’s Day cards.”

The mayor considers that for a moment. “Good idea. Can’t wait to read your article. Thanks for coming by, Scoop.”
“Thank you for your time, Mayor Fibbs.”

Before going outside, Scoop zips up his winter jacket, puts on his gloves and pulls his cap down over his ears. It’s a short walk to the community center but the wind makes it feel colder than normal.

RITA MALLENA AND THE SHADY PINES COMMUNITY CENTER

“Hi Ms. Mallena,” says Scoop. He sees the director walking down the hallway of the community center.

Rita Mallena is carrying a stack of thick, white paper. “Oh, hi, Scoop. You’re just in time. The children from the elementary school are here. Follow me.”

They enter a large room with long tables and small chairs. Around 30 boys and girls are laughing and talking. Ten adults are there to supervise and help with the activity.

“All right everyone, let’s settle down,” says Ms. Mallena. “Children, this is Scoop. He’s with The Shady Pines Gazette newspaper and he’s doing a story about Valentine’s Day. Can you say, hi?”

Altogether the children say, “Hi, Scoop.” The red-haired reporter waves at them. “Hi, you guys.”

“Before we start making our cards,” says Rita, what words do you think of when I say Valentine’s Day?”
Hands go up all around the room.

“Love.”

“Flowers.”

“Candy.”

“Hearts.”

Rita smiles. “Those are all good answers. Valentine’s Day is a time when we let the people who are important to us know how much we love and care about them, right?”

The kids call out, “Right!”

“In just a minute, we’re going to get started making our cards,” says Rita. “I want you to think about who is getting your card and what they mean to you. It could be your parents, your grandparents, a friend, or a teacher.”

A boy in the back raises his hand.

“Yes, Jimmy. Do you have a question?’ asks Rita.

“Can I make it for my dog?”

The girls around him giggle.

Rita smile. “Of course, you can make a Valentine for your pet. They’re family, aren’t they?”

Jimmy nods, yes.

And, with that, the adults hand out the paper and coloring markers. A big heart is already drawn on one side, so when they fold the paper, it becomes a card. The children decorate the heart on the outside and add their message inside.

“While the kids are busy, Scoop has a chance to talk to Rita and the adult volunteers. He gets all sorts of answers to his question, “What does Valentine’s Day mean to you?”

KIDS AND ADULTS PREPARE FOR THIS SPECIAL DAY

“We’re all so busy, it’s nice to take this one day and stop to consider what your loved ones mean to you, and actually take the time to let them know,” says one of the mothers.

Another woman said, “My husband likes to play tennis. So, this year, I bought us tickets to go to the big tennis tournament up north in June. I know he is going to love it. Plus, this gives us something to look forward to.”

Here’s what one of the men had to say. “My wife does so much for me and our two kids. Last year, I took care of the kids all day and made dinner with all her favorite foods. That’s one of the best Valentine’s Days we ever had. Not sure how I’m going to top that this year!”

Scoop listens, takes notes, and snaps photos of the Valentine’s Day cards the kids are making. He is impressed. He never realized the care people put into what they do for others on the day that celebrates love.

Rita approaches him. “Did you get what you needed for your article?”

“I think I do,” says Scoop as he scans his notes. “Thank you so much for you help.”

Breaking NewsBack at his desk in the newspaper office, Scoop puts the finishing touches on his story. He includes the mayor’s comments, the fundraiser at Maggie’s Diner and the fun the children had making their very own handmade cards for their loved ones.

The last line of Scoop’s story sums everything up: Valentine’s Day is a wonderful time to express kindness, caring and love to those in your life you cherish. It’s important to take the time to do that. It’s also another reminder why this special day is the way people try to live their lives everyday in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.

 

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Turkey Trot Trouble in Shady Pines Story Town!

Turkey Trot Trouble in Shady Pines Story Town!

See that large banner up there? You can’t really miss it, can you? It floats in the breeze from one side of Main Street to another. Welcome to the Shady Pines Story Town Turkey Trot! And on this crisp, Thanksgiving morning, watch for honking and cheering visitors to arrive by the carload. They’ll play follow the leader all the way to Stonewall Park for the annual event. It’s time for the 2K and 5K run/walk race through Shady Pines. And after what happened last year, expect the unexpected!

The excited runners crowd around the registration table to pick up a map of the course and their numbers to pin on their shirts. Some wear colorful turkey suits, walking around making gobbling noises at one another. Others planning to walk the course with their dogs have dressed their poor, unsuspecting canine friends as little turkeys.

Harold Sanders, owner of the Nuts ‘N’ Bolts hardware store, is at the table going through his registration packet. His dog, Boomerang the Australian Shepherd, tries to stick his nose into the yellow folder.

“I’ve got my number #204 right here to pin on my shirt. We are officially entered. Don’t think they have anything in there for you, boy.”

“Ruff.”

“Tell you what. We’ll go find Edna and Halley. They’re serving up food somewhere around here.”

“Ruff. Ruff!”

It didn’t take Harold and Boomerang long to find Edna and Halley. With only a half hour until the races and the walk begin, there’s a long line at the Turkey Trot Food Truck. Edna Sanders and the other volunteers are busy serving hot drinks, breakfast sandwiches, and snacks. Over in a corner, high up on a stack of cardboard boxes, Halley’s Comet hangs out in her kitty carrier. The cooking smells make her sneeze.

“Ca-Chew!”

“Oh, Halley, sweetheart, it’ll only be a little longer. My shift is almost over, and then we can join the boys.”

Near the starting line, serious runners and leisurely walkers alike warm up by stretching and jogging in place. Hundreds of friends and family members gather to cheer them on.

Music blares from a big tent where a couple of guys play guitars and sing. Children from Shady Pines Elementary, dressed as Pilgrims, pass out water to anyone who wants some. And workers putting the podium in place on the platform where the winners will get their trophies bang away with their hammers.

Mayor Beauregard Fibbs is deep in conversation with farmer Fred Farnsworth.

“Farmer Fred.”

“Beauregard.”

“Please tell me you didn’t bring that fool turkey of yours with you.”

“I did. What have you got against Tiny the Turkey?”

“What have I –– have you forgotten how that gigantic beast of a turkey nearly bit my hand off last year?”

“You know that wouldn’t have happened if you’d any sense!”

“Why you –– you told me to feed him that grain.”

“Not with your fingers stickin’ up like that!”

Fred and Beauregard are at it again. Tiny is a big deal. He is the largest turkey in the Tri-state area and winner of the prestigious 4H fall whopper turkey award. And when Tiny is around, trouble is not far behind!

“Mommy, Come here. Look!”

“Oh, my goodness. That is one big turkey.”

Tiny struts his stuff around the pen Farmer Fred has put up for him. Tiny always brings attention to Farmer Fred and himself, wherever he goes.

Harold, Boomer, Edna and Halley make their way to the starting line. Edna’s carrying Halley, who doesn’t look happy being hauled around in her carrier.

“OK. This is it. We’re supposed to wait here by the starting line until our group is called.”

“How much longer, Harold?”

“Just a few more minutes, Honey. They’re just about to send off the serious runners. We’re after that, along with the second group of runners.”

“Ruff.”

“Yes, boy. You’re going, too.”

“Mee-ow.”

“Sorry, my sweet girl. Cats can’t enter. You and I will find some good places along the route to watch all the action. And, I brought tuna!”

“Prrrrr.”

The first group is ready to run, and the starter steps up to the side of the starting line. “On your mark. Get set. GO!”

And, they’re off like a thundering flock of – turkeys! A sea of colorful shirts and running shoes runs through the town like a river. The walkers and the folks who want to jog step up to the starting line.

“On your mark.”

As this next wave rolls into place, a crowd begins to gather around Tiny the Turkey.

“Get Set.

The group by Tiny grows larger and louder.

GO!”

Harold, Boomer, and the rest of the bunch take off. Edna and Halley wait somewhere on the course to cheer them as they go by. Running from the opposite direction is Farmer Fred with a line of people following behind. He heads toward Tiny and the crowd huddled around his pen.

“What’s going on here?” asks Farmer Fred.

A little girl is in the pen with Tiny!

“Hey, there little girl. Don’t cry. Tiny is gentle as a kitten. Let me just get in there and we’ll get you right out.”

“Susie, mommy’s here!” Susie’s mommy steps out from behind Farmer Fred.

Farmer Fred tries to hold back the massive bird while shooing the little girl toward the open gate, and then two things happen at once. Susie flies into her mother’s arms, and Tiny flies from the coop! The last thing anyone sees are two, very long, skinny legs and a lot of feathers chasing after the last group of walkers and joggers.

Look out, everyone! We’ve got a turkey on the run!

Meanwhile, Harold and Boomer are making their way along the route when Boomer starts growling, something he doesn’t do often.

“Boomer, what’s the matter, boy?”

“What’s wrong with your dog, Mister?” asks a young man jogging by.

“I’m not sure. He must hear something that’s getting him riled —”

Before Harold could finish his sentence, something very large, moving very fast, rushes past him. And, in a flash, Boomerang’s natural herding instinct kicks in, and he is off and running, his leash trailing behind.

Tiny the Turkey swerves wildly past the walkers as if they are standing still. Bystanders gasp at the sight of the runaway. Some of them point and shout. By the time Tiny catches up with the runners, he has left a path of chaos behind him, with joggers and walkers tripping and falling over one another. Then he makes a detour. Just up ahead and off the race route, some young girls are jumping rope, and the big turkey ducks, hops and skips through the twirling pink ropes. The girls stop twirling the ropes and stare.

As Edna and Halley wait on the curb to see Harold and Boomer, they watch the confusion and uproar. Edna shades her eyes and cranes her neck to see what’s happening. Halley, sitting quietly in her little harness as Edna holds her leash, suddenly leaps in fear and scoots under the first chair she can find, nearly upending Edna.

“Whoa, girl. Hold on a minute.”

“Meeow.”

“Was that Tiny? Is that Boomer? Chasing him? Where’s Harold? What’s going on?”

“Edna!” Harold stops in front of her and bends over, holding his side. “Did you see,” he starts, panting, “Did you see Boomer come this way?”

“Harold. Catch your breath. Yes. He went that way.”

“Come on. Grab Halley and let’s go!”

It’s hard to tell who’s chasing whom. Kids in pilgrim costumes, runners and their four-legged friends in turkey get-ups, and party-goers dash in all directions, with an Australian Shepherd in full pursuit.

And way up in the distance, a large, white-feathered head sprints out ahead of everyone. The tape at the finish line falls. It can’t be true, can it? Tiny wins the race!

Mayor Beauregard Fibbs and the other official-looking people waiting on the podium stare, stunned at what just happened. For the first time, in along time, the mayor is speechless. The moment doesn’t last. When Tiny saw the winner’s podium, he jumped right on up to get away from Boomer. Farmer Fred got there just in time. Tiny was about to go after Fibbs.

“Fred. You get a hold of that darn bird will, ya?”

“I got him. I got him. I think he likes your bow tie. Tiny, are you hurt? Bet you’re tired, huh?”

“Balderdash, you fool farmer. What about the rest of us? What about the race?”

“Well, Beau, seems he won fair and square.”

And there you have it. The photo for the front page of The Gazette is one for the record books. Standing in the top spot is the biggest turkey anyone ever saw. Two humans took second and third. And while Mayor Fibbs’ looks horrified, Farmer Fred beams with pride. Boomerang looks plumb tuckered out, his head dropping as he stands with Harold, Edna, and Halley during the trophy presentation. Everyone claps, whoops, and hollers. It is official. For the first time ever, a turkey takes first place at the annual Turkey Trot.

“Harold.”

“Yes, dear.”

“After all this, and in honor of Tiny, I’m not sure I want turkey for Thanksgiving dinner.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’ll look in my fridge. But, I think I have all the ingredients I need to make meat loaf.”

Meatloaf? On Thanksgiving?”

And that’s how Edna’s legendary, “Save The Day,” meatloaf recipe became the go-to dish when someone needs a quick dinner idea. Still, the best idea of all is to spend your day open to all sorts of new opportunities. Even the most unlikely event can turn into a winning moment. At least that’s how things are here, in the small Southern town of Shady Pines!

*For a copy of Edna’s ‘Save the Day’ meatloaf recipe, head over to Edna’s Fridge. Click Here

Get Out and Vote!

Get Out and Vote!

Hey Everyone,

Scoop here. The countdown to the 2018 Mid-Term Elections is on and you can feel the excitement building. From Cup ‘O Joe’s  to Maggie’s Diner and darn near everywhere in between, our neighbors in Shady Pines Story Town are talking about how they’re going to vote. Some of those conversations get a bit loud that’s for sure. People are really passionate about their feelings.

Lookey there. Our local author, Mary Jane McKittrick is driving around with Boomer and Halley trying to get out the vote. Or, maybe she’s out promoting that book of hers, Boomer and Halley Election Day, A Town Votes for Civic Responsibility. Either way, if she can get more people to the polls, that’s a good thing!

Here’s the breaking news I have for you. We’re seeing people participate in early voting in record numbers. Why, you’d think it was a presidential election or something. Folks seemed all riled up about the way things are in the country right now.

But, I have to say, down at the Shady Pines Gazette newspaper office, we’re kinda discouraged about young voters not turning out. My editor, Zulah Talmadge and I were talking about that very fact this morning. She was checking the numbers coming in and it seems that only about a third of young people eligible to vote are actually voting. Ms. Talmadge was impressing upon me the importance of every vote. She told me when I get old enough, she’s going to make sure I get involved. The way she sees it, it’s the only way things change. She reminded me in a lot of places in the world, people don’t have the right to vote.

Well, until I can vote, I’m going to make sure I cover the story. This is my way of being a good citizen. Have you voted yet?

By the way, if you want the Election Day book, you can get it right now. You’ll see what it was like when we had a special mayoral election here in our small Southern town. Honesty and Responsibility were up for a vote and civility was the big winner. The whole thing was a hoot. ‘Ole Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs was on the hot seat during that event. The entire town got involved. And the book won national awards and stuff. Get it HERE

Or, find you can buy the book on Amazon:

-Scoop out!

 

Will Shady Pines Elementary open on Time? The Game of Telephone

Will Shady Pines Elementary open on Time? The Game of Telephone

A brightly colored house sits right in the middle of Copy Cat Street near downtown Shady Pines. It won’t be much longer before the  school bus rumbles down the street on weekday mornings. Shady Pines Elementary is set to open in a little over a week.

But on this afternoon, the mom who lives here, is quietly doing laundry. In the little room next to the kitchen, Barbara Coleman folds towels and hums to the music coming from the radio. She looks at her watch. It’s 3 o’clock. Any minute now, her six-year-old daughter, Darla, will be home. The little girl takes dance lessons from a lady who lives a couple of houses away.

Barbara jumps as the backdoor slams shut. “Darla?” As Barbara turns, her daughter runs into her arms. “Mommy, I don’t get to go to school.”

Barbara is confused. “Sweetie, come sit down. Where did you hear that? During your lesson?”

Darla plops down on a chair at the kitchen table.

“Sally said the bricks are gone. There’s no school.”

Barbara sits next to her and strokes her hair. “Honey, Mrs. Moulton’s daughter might not be right about that.”

Darla nods her head up and down. “It’s true. I don’t get to go to school.”

Meanwhile, across town at Stonewall Park, a couple of moms and their kids have just finished their picnic lunch. While the two boys run and play, the moms sit on large, square mats with light and dark blue stripes that stand out from the green grass. They have cold drinks and a wonderful view of the lake. Both Mary and Beth discuss all the things they need to do to get their children ready for the first day of school.

Before they can compare notes, the boys come running up to them. “Mom, there’s no school.”

“Mom, we have to go to school in River City!”

The two women look at their boys and together react the same. “Whaaat?”

Beth looks at her son, Jimmy. “Whoa, slow down. Where did you hear that?”

Mary motions to her son, David, to sit down next to her. “Who’s saying such things?”

Jimmy goes first. “We were on the swings.”

“And we heard these two girls talking,” says David.

Jimmy says, “Yeah, they said the school’s not going to open – maybe ever.”

Beth says to Mary. “I know they’ve been making repairs to the school this summer.”

Mary replies. “Yes, but why wouldn’t it be ready on time?”

Jimmy jumps in. “Because a whole bunch of stuff has been stolen.”

Beth asks, “What kind of stuff?”

David adds, “Like building stuff and a truck.”

Mary is surprised. “A truck is missing?”

Beth has heard enough. “OK, everyone. Get your things. Mary, I think you and I had better call the mayor about this.”

Mary agrees. “I think you’re right. Let’s go!”

The mayor’s office is in Town Hall. What started as a normal kind of day for Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs has turned into anything but routine. The lobby is filled with people who want to talk to the mayor personally and the phones have been ringing non-stop. His assistant, Martha, is just plain flustered.

“Hello, Mayor Fibbs’ office, may I help you? You’ve heard Shady Pines Elementary is not going to open? No, we have no information about that. Of course, we’ll check into it. Thank you for calling.”

Sitting behind his big desk, Mayor Fibbs is taking calls, too. “Yes Mrs. Henry. We’ve heard all about the school not opening. What’s that? The mayor of River City says our kids will be bused to his school? Oh, you can be sure I’ll get right on this. Thank you for calling Mrs. Henry.”

Now the mayor is hot under the collar. What is the mayor of River City thinking? “MARTHA!”

With notepad in hand, Martha appears in the doorway. “Yes?”

Mayor Fibbs is pacing back and forth. “These calls about the elementary school are out of control.”

Martha walks in and sits down even though she can still hear her phone ringing in the other room. “I know what you mean. I need a break for a minute. So many parents and grandparents are upset.”

Fibbs agrees. “And now I’m being told that folks think the kids are being bussed out of town. Balderdash! I’m not about to let that happen.”

Martha hadn’t heard that one. “Oh, my gosh! What do you want to do?”

The mayor stops and leans up against his desk. “First, get the school superintendent on the phone will you, Martha? Let me see what she has to say before I take on the mayor of River City.”

Martha gets up. “I’m on it.”

After seeing dozens of people in his office come and go all day with the same concerns and outrageous stories, Mayor Fibbs is running low on patience.

Martha hustles in after the last group of parents leave. “Superintendent Davis says she’s been getting calls, too, and doesn’t know how all this started. She says that each story she hears is more outrageous than the last.”

Martha hands the mayor a stack of papers.

“What’s this?” Fibbs asks.

Martha says, “I typed up all the stories that we’ve heard about the school.”

“Oh, for Pete sakes,” says the mayor as he rocks back and forth in his chair.

The phone on his desk rings. Fibbs is slow to answer it. “Here we go again.”

Martha takes that as her cue to go back to her desk.

“Hello, this is Mayor Fibbs. How may I help you? Oh, man, am I glad you called. Where are you? Just outside? Well, get in here. We need to talk!”

Within minutes, a man wearing a shirt that says, Conrad Construction Company walks into his office followed by Martha.

Fibbs jumps up and shakes the man’s hand. “Jim, am I glad to see you. Martha, Jim Conrad’s company is doing the repairs on the school.”

Martha smiles, “I know. But with all the commotion, I did forget Mr. Conrad had an appointment to meet with you today.”

The mayor suggests Jim take a seat and asks Martha to stay and take notes.

Jim looks from one to the other. “Hey, what is this? You two look frazzled!”

Martha looks bewildered. “What did you say?”

The mayor looks serious. “Listen Jim, we’ve been getting a ton of calls and visits from folks who think school’s not going to open on time.”

Now Jim looks confused. “What are you talking about?”

The mayor points to the pile of paper. “Go ahead, Martha. Just read off some of the real doozies we’ve been getting.”

Martha starts to read: “The school will not open – maybe ever – because bricks, wiring, and even a dump truck have been stolen. Also, repairs to the basketball court and classrooms are way too expensive and will not be completed. For all these reasons and more, the kids will have to be bused to River City.”

Jim is shocked. “Nothing’s been stolen. We ran out of bricks and had to order more. They delivered the wrong kind of wire the first time. We’re waiting for the replacements. The dump truck isn’t lost. It blew a couple of tires. We had to special order them. We’re on budget and school will start on time.”

The mayor shakes his head. “Well, I’ll be. What we have here is that little ‘ole game of telephone.”

Martha asks. “What’s that?”

Jim answers. “It’s when one person tells a story. Someone overhears it and repeats it. Only this time the facts are a little off. And so on. Before you know it, the story isn’t anywhere close to what it was at the beginning.”

Now Martha gets it. “So, this was all just a bunch of rumors?”

Jim can’t believe this has happened. “What is it with people nowadays? Just because a lot of folks repeat a story and make stuff up, it doesn’t make it true.”

The mayor has an idea. “Martha and I will put out a bulletin and let everyone know the truth.” But first, how about I treat all of us to one of those new frozen coffee drinks down at Cup ‘O Joes?”

And with that they head down Main Street knowing that school won’t be tardy on its first day and that things are back to normal in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.

To find out how you and your friends can play your own Game of Telephone, go HERE

 

We Have a Winner!

We Have a Winner!

Hi again. Scoop here. This just in. Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs is making news. He has selected a winner for our Get Un-Plugged contest. The person who won is going to be really happy ’cause they’re getting a big prize.

Let me tell you, we had a whole lot of folks get in on this one. A bunch of ideas came into The Shady Pines Gazette office, let me tell you. Seems just about everybody in town feels they’re spending too much time on a device of some kind. Putting limits on using cell phones, tablets, TV’s, computers and the like, is tough.

Do you and your family struggle with this, too? I bet you do. We heard from people old and young, and many had the same concerns.

Why, this contest even made me pay attention to how many screens I stare at each day. You know what? I surprised myself when I paid attention and added up the number of hours. I don’t even want to tell you the final total. It’s kinda scary.

But, enough about that. Bet you can’t wait to find out who won, right? Let’s get right to it. Go HERE now!