The night is young and four fine, fun friends jolly together toward the Polish Festival, lots of beer, dancing, and a few lovely, willing, dollies to return with for more of a wild night.
The drive to downtown is shortened by the closing off of the main streets for the festival. Ben parks his car where the policeman directs, and the four Musketeers bail out like a barrel of laughing monkeys from the car.
Together walking through the ever denser crowds the four change positions ans walk then two by two. It happens then that Stan take note of someone he knows handling the beer keg wagon.
"Hey Tommy," Yelled Stan to the driver of four massive Jutland draft horses.
The slow moving wagon slows to a halt, as Stan climbs the large front spoked wheel to take a seat next to his friend.
Then the three friends walked along, as the beer wagon forced the crowd to spread out of the way from those huge hoofs and tall monster big horses.
"Hello Kevy," Kevin hated to be called that abbreviation of his proper name. This time he seemed not to mind it much, as Angela Francowski, a tall, well built, shapely college graduate walked through the crowd, she giving what she called her puppy some exercise.
"Kevy, I am all alone for supper tonight, would you like to come with me and Suzie here, join us for supper, and I rented a movie for us to watch, interested?" asked Angela, she with her pet Suzie the heft sized Rottweiler dog.
To be quite truthful, had she tossed the offer out for more than one of us to go along, we were assured that she was woman enough for one, two, or three for the night.
Kevin bid us a quick farewell, he walking beside Angela, as well had he known it was to his doom.
Now it was down to Ben and you, this being what you primarily wanted, and wished to see Ben get to know just how bestial he could sometime become.
Seated at long picnic tables seating a hundred hungry people to a dinner, Ben sat across from you; as he asked you several times if you were expecting to see somebody in the crowd. You wondered if yet a passer by might walk their dog and Stan would touch it like most likely Kevin would by petting Suzie was assured two female for that wild night.
Suddenly the loud music stops and a very Polish little man steps up to the microphone; he announcing the winners of the special lottery prizes for that night at the festival.
Everybody scrambles to find their numbered tickets, all wait with bated breath, all eyes are looking at the stage as the announcer calls out the third place winner.
The prizes there were little more than bobby prizes, but to win something is always a big thrill!
"For third place in the drawing tonight, # 56613, 56613 is the third place winner for tonight." Said the announcer, his Polish accent about obliterating the manner he spoke the winning number.
"Hey, hey, me that's me," Ben leaped up out of his seat, yelling as all began to applaud.
You watch as Ben gets up on stage and stands his six foot two inches towering over the announcer standing beside him.
"As third place winner it is our gift to you that for the rest of the festival, and paid the lowest minimum wage allowed, you shall officiate as one of the judges to our young 4-H club members showing their farming abilities, all as future farmers." The announcer awards Ben a job he knew little or nothing about, but by winning, the job was one binding to him as required he should show up.
Stan returned to his seat by you, disgruntled he had to show up at the county fairgrounds to be the judge there for the tweaky 4-H kids and their favorite critters.
Your wild little scheme is unraveling and going all wrong.