Pieces of Heaven

Scattered throughout the countryside, in communities large and small, there are portals. These gateways rest dormant for much of the year. Quiet and discreet, these posts maintain their silence, waiting for the opportune moment to open.

Each winter, late in the first month of the new year, the gates awaken, seeking the pathway they have opened before.

Once the paths are re-established, and the portals are functioning properly, trucks begin to line up. Thousands of these behemoths file past the portal, seeking to fill themselves with the goods from the gate. Hundreds of thousands of plain brown boxes pour forth from the entryway. Hundreds of thousands of cases filled with the stuff that dreams are made of. Hundreds of thousands of circular pieces of heaven, proving that there is a higher being, a Nirvana, a Shangri-La. Technology could not create such a treasure. Like the finest gold or platinum, these disks of treasure are made by magic.

As the trucks pull away, word goes out. Muster the troops. Inform all the leaders. Rally the people.

Girl Scout Cookies are here!