The Armageddon Boy part I: A Very Important Delivery (standard:fantasy, 985 words) [1/3] show all parts
Author: Frank N. Stine	Updated: Jun 28 2002	Views/Reads: 3393/2250	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A first class stork delivers what could be the most important package in history, and may well trigger the final apocalyptic war.

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Shephards but he knew a stork in middle class (used to be called second 
class) who did.  About two years ago now - a bouncing baby boy.  What 
had happened?  Why did they need another so soon? 

As the two cars drove off, the stork watched the gangly-legged man in
the mechanics outfit standing on the garage courtyard.  Unhappy sounds 
came from behind him as the mother wept.  He stood there for a long 
time before turning to walk back to the garage. 

The keen eyes of the stork noticed it first.  Only after about five
strides did the man stop and look down at his leg.  He had been walking 
without a limp. 

He rolled up his trousers and examined his leg.  There must have been an
injury there before for the man yelped with surprise.  His leg was 
perfectly healthy and he ran about on the courtyard, leaping for joy. 

It was a moment that passed quickly though as he turned his head back to
the garage where the mother could still be heard crying.  Then he 
looked up the road at where the two cars had gone out of sight. 

*                         *                       * 

As the stork flew into the sunrise towards the depot, he wondered about
what he had seen that night.  Had he witnessed a miracle?  And what 
kind of child can perform miracles? 

Only one other delivery he had ever heard of was like this, and that one
was only mythical.  Apparently it took place about two thousand years 
ago, but this stork had never believed it to be true.  Would his stork 
colleagues believe him when he told his incredible story?  Maybe he 
shouldn't tell them.  Could he have delivered the single most important 
package in history on this night? 

Suddenly an extra question entered his head.  One that seemed more
important than any of those other questions?  What would happen to all 
those feathers he and his colleagues had bet?  This child would not be 
the child of a Prime Minister or diplomat, a pop star or film star.  
This child was being fostered - and perhaps not just by the Shephards, 
perhaps by humankind itself... 


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