The scents in the air were full of fragrant flowers, pine trees, and other flora that mingled together, pleasing my nose. A red-tailed hawk working th... open field lifted a small animal in its talons to land on a broken tree limb at the far end of the meadow. The bird's white breast and rust colored tail made it a spectacular animal. The stocky hawk wasn't often seen near our village, so this was a treat.Looking at all our men hidden and relaxing in the thick bush cover gave me pause to. "Believe me, the real thing is harder to get used to... I may not look like it to you, but although I seem to look a lot like Gwyneth Paltrow and people are calling me by that name, I can assure you Tom Hanks resides within this... interesting... body! Everyone here seems to be alive and well even if displaced as another person. Lets try and figure out what happened to us and see what we can do to fix it!"A fat man in a black tux waddled up the stage steps. "What happened to us is that we all. "You've been practicing so hard." You can say that again, I thought. Mom took a pastry and took a small bite, quickly raising her other hand to catch the crumbs that spilled from her mouth. "Thanks Drew. You shouldn't have," Mom mumbled. "You too, Jon," Dad insisted. I chose a butterhorn, my favorite, and took a large bite. I couldn't help thinking how ludicrous this was, eating special pastry treats my Dad bought while he made us some tea, my cock still firm enough to slap against my. ‘We-we lost…’ Mohan sighed audibly. ‘It’s okay,’ the grandfather said firmly, and his wrinkles twisted as he offered a comforting smile. ‘I’m sure you will win next time.’ ‘There was this girl,’ Mohan blurted out suddenly, and dropped his gaze back to the floor. ‘Sh-sh-she was just standing there…,’ he fumbled for words, blushing, staring at his fingers. ‘And?’ Grampa encouraged, lowering his face and looking straight into his eyes. ‘I was playing, batting… and she was… And I-I was ….