Casual Field Stroll

> Tara couldn't understand why eleven men were suddenly running at her but,
remembering the coach's instructions, she kept walking forward. The first
player to hit her was a 250 pound lineman, running at full speed. " WHAM ", he
bounced off Tara like a tennis ball against a brick wall and collapsed on the
grass. " SMASH, THUD ", two more linemen went down. " Come on you wimps, can't
you stop one woman ? " the angry coach screamed. Tara continued comely walking
towards the other end of the field, seemingly unimpeded by the football
players who were trying to tackle her. She looked to the side and noticed the
little girls cheering. Tara smiled and waved back. " CRUNCH, WHACK , POW ",
three more tough football players slammed into her, and went down as if they
had run into a tank. Several of the players that remained standing tried to
grab Tara's legs; a few more climbed on her massive back in an attempt to
bring her down. Amazing as it seems, Tara continued to walk as if they weren't
there, easily dragging them all along. One by one they fell by the wayside -
their bodies bruised, their egos destroyed. The few that did manage to hang
on, Tara playfully tossed aside. When she reached the speechless coach Tara
handed him back the football; giggled and said, " thank you for letting me
play with you. But now I must go. Maybe I'll come back soon and we can play
again." She picked up her purse and began to walk out of the park; leaving
behind the stunned coach and his battered football team to come to terms with
what just happened. As she made her way back to the main street, Tara couldn't
help but wonder to herself," what a strange game they play here; I still have
no idea what I was supposed to do. But it was nice of them to let me play."