The sporkle in her eyes

It was a dark starry night when Lauren and Max ventured into the woods. They had been looking forward to this all week. It was the only night the Sporkle Comet would be visible and only for ten minutes. Not to repeat again for many lifetimes.

After they passed the first bend Max realized they weren't going to make it to the clearing in time. "We need to take this shortcut or we won't get to experience the Sporkle!" he pleaded desperately. Lauren didn't think it was worth it. They'd soon learn she was very right.

Guided by starlight, Max and Lauren sped through winding roads feeling increasingly confident they’d soon be basking in the glow of a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event. Then, without warning, a giant winged beast slammed onto the hood of their car. “Holy Sporkle!” they screamed.

For it was indeed the one and only Holy Sporkle! A being so powerful it can cut right through butter with it's talons... But only when the butter is warmed up a little bit. Still, it's powerful though, it's mother told it so.

She said "Holy Sporkle, baby honeybun, you do have one thing to be afraid of and that is margerine. It's just pretending to be butter and will actually coat your talons in oil. You won't be able to grip anything for 4hrs and 27 mins... to be exact. She knew this from experience.

He looked at her when she shared this wisdom and he knew it with such certainty: she's the one! She is beautiful and funny. She has such wisdom and those eyes! For a moment he just did not know what to say and just stood there looking at her in awe! But this is no time to dream.

And so Lauren and the Holy Sporkle left the mountain together. Leaving Max to his solitude. As he looked up at the sky he saw the Sporkle Comet pass. Once in a lifetime, he thought. He rolled his eyes and left the woods.