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"We
should get him a hobby, Niko. He's usually totally hyper when we
haven't left BETA for a while."
"What
do you have in mind, Zach?"
"Maybe
some kind of sports?"
"BETA
Games are next weekend. It's worth a try."
Biathlon
"You
have to stop in the track before shooting, Goose."
"But
the targets don't move. I can hit them while skiing as easy as
when standing. So why should I waste the time?"
High
diving
"For
Heaven's sake, this event starts tomorrow. The swimming pool
isn't ready for the games."
"And?
I made a perfect jump, nevertheless, Zach."
"Goose,
normally there's water in there!"
"Than
that's why they insisted on trunks."
Javelin
Goose
balanced the javelin on two fingers. "Pretty light." He
turned toward the target range. "Over there?"
"Yes,
make it as good as you can. And don't take it too serious. It's a
game. It should be fun."
"Okay."
Gooseman shrugged. "Which one do I need to hit?"
"Throw
it as far as possible, Shane."
"That
would be the one in the striped shirt."
"NO!!!"
Hastily Zachary grapped the javelin. "You should throw it as
far as you can without hitting anybody!"
Gooseman
frowned. "No moving targets?" The javelin thundered
across the stadium and got stuck vibrating in the scoreboard.
"How boring."
Pole-vaulting
"You
must take the pole with you when jumping, Shane."
"Why?
That stick is only in the way."
Swimming
"It
is not allowed to jump almost into the middle of the pool!
And as for those gills--"
"Referee.
There are absolutely no word about gills in the statutes!"
Tennis
"At
least with this he can't do anything wrong." Zach
sighed.
"Ahem, Zachary..."
Niko looked over to the centercourt, "maybe you should have
told him that his first serve has to miss his opponent."
Weight-lifting
"What's
this?" He pointed at the gold plated set of weights on the
podest.
"Oh, that's the
famous olympic weights. For more than twenty years now nobody
again could successfully raise it."
He
picked it up and turned it around. "This way?"
"Above
your head, Goose."
"Like
this?"
"With both
hands, Shane. With both hands."
American
Football
"I
think we should skip the idea, Niko. My nerves can't take any
more of this."
"You're
right, Zachary. And he's getting really bored now. I'll tell him
it's time to go."
"Thank
you. I'll go and look for my children."
"Shane!"
She waved at Goose, and he left behind the referee with whom he
was arguing and came toward her. "What do you want to do
with this one?" She asked. "Do you want to save up for
a rainy day?"
Goose looked
down onto the struggling quarterback he had tugged under his arm.
"Oh, that one." He dropped the man and shrugged. "I
knew I'd forgotten something."
In
the evening:
"Zach,
what do you think, may we risk to teach him chess?"
"Better
leave it."
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