Stacy and Shannon fidgeted in their seats as Mrs. VanHoolan 
continued her tirade against the unnutritious lunches that 
the school system fed the student body. 

"What these kids need is more tofu and less murdered 
animals." 

"Stacy," asked Shannon in a bored voice, "how many times has 
she said that so far this evening?" 

Stacy rolled her eyes up and stuck out her tongue as she 
counted on her fingers. "About sixteen." 

Together, they sighed.  It had been a long night so far with 
the last half an hour being devoted to the virtues of 
processed soybean and nothing else.  In fact, of the group 
of people who had come to the school board meeting, only 
they had stuck it out and it was clear that the board had 
done this on purpose to test the girl's desire to get new 
uniforms for their squad.  Actually, it was more to drive 
them out, so that the board could safely ignore the request 
and end the meeting; it had always worked before. 

But not tonight. 

Finally, the chairman saw that the girls were not going to 
give up.  "Mrs. VanHoolan, we thank you for your comments 
and rest assured we will give them all due consideration.  
Mrs. VanDorkan, what is the next order of business for the 
evening?" Mr. VanStuckenmud announced quickly before Mrs. 
VanHoolan could say her signature statement a seventeenth 
time. 

"The Jr. High School cheerleading squad is requesting new 
uniforms, Mr. Chairman," replied the board secretary just as 
quickly to prevent any protests from the crusading 
vegetarian. 

The girls jumped up and rushed the podium, half-knocking 
down the flustered and retreating older woman.  Mrs. 
VanHoolan took the closest chair in hopes of maybe getting a 
final word.  Stacy, a tall and lanky blonde, pulled a sheet 
of paper from her left sleeve.  Shannon, a petite and 
prematurely busty brunette, pulled a loose thread from hers. 

"Mr. Chairman and ladies and gentlemen of the board, the 
Junior High Cheerleaders need new uniforms..." 

"We thank you for your comments and rest assured we will 
give them all due consideration.  I now call this meeting 
ajur-." 

"Now wait a minute!" cried Shannon as her sleeve fell from 
her uniform exposing an athletically tone and tanned arm, 
"you haven't, like, even her us out." 

"Yeah," added Stacy, who started playing with a loose piece 
of yarn that had been bothering her almost as much as Mrs. 
VanHoolan all evening, "we, like, need these new uniforms." 

Mr. VanPruder looked up from a sheet of paper at the two 
girls.  "But you just got new uniforms." 

"Yeah," replied Shannon doubtfully, as the small piece of 
yard became a large piece of yarn. 

"Like, five years ago," continued Stacy. 

"And they were hand me downs from the High Schools Junior 
Varsity squad," finished Shannon. 

"They still look good to me,” asserted Mrs. VanLikkengud. 
