Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

While reviewing the daily mail, Kia Ford came across an invitation to the Magpie Festival, staged using the new castle location.

“We have a meeting with St. James today? Peacock, don’t we?” Kia Ford’s voice rose.

“Yes, we do,” her trusting promotional fowl sidekick confirmed, coming out of the closet, fluffing feathers.

“There is a magpie event, we must attend, maybe find some goals,”

“Or have a last hurrah before relegation,” the Peacock bluntly reminded.

Letting the comment slide, Kia Ford put on a positive image, heading over to the delicious destination, where a Sunday Afternoon affair should draw attention.

Arriving, they both critically embraced, the traditional costuming worn by the St. James followers, “they look like they are in prison,” the Peacock editorialized.

“Typical magpies,” the All-American star spangled with a banner added two cents, “always informing us and in routine historical fashion proclaiming, a new castle was born.”

“Of snitches?” Questioned the Peacock.

“No, magpies,” Kia Ford retorted hearing the energy and excitement, “check out all the sweets. Is that St. James over there?”

“Yes, it is,” the Peacock clarified.

Following proper social edict, the two waltzed, theatrically greeting the host, “St. James, it is really good to see you,” Kia Ford announced.

“Glad to see you Kia Ford, before you depart,” St James paused, “for relegation.”

“Well, that is not set yet,” corrected Kia Ford.

“Been there,” Saint James comforted, “it's not bad and when you resurrect, look around,”

“Magpies everywhere,” Heeding the advice, the Peacock listened.

“You know, here at Newcastle, it is our goal to keep things lighthearted, display a cheerful disposition and show a good mind,” St. James stated.

“That is your goal?”

“Actually, there are two others,” St. James continued, “I want to be the one that brings joy, blessings and divine provision.”

“Those are three strong goals,” Kia Ford replied.

Surpassing an hour, Kia Ford concluded she was not bringing home any big prize three points, hustling her way through the marketplace, tasting many treats.

“You know, Peacock,” Kia Ford noted, “almost two years I have been living in the land of castles, and I will always be a person in that setting.”

“Was that your goal?” Inquired, the Peacock, easing her into an uncomfortable transition.

Unleashing a sympathetic smile, Kia Ford felt a little better, “honestly, that was my goal.”

“Good,” the Peacock affirmed.

While sunset reserved its post, Kia Ford and the Peacock reached home. Spotting a moving truck, striking curiosity, “what is this?” Kia Ford wondered.

“Shipping delivery address says, Lily White,” a sweaty hard-working Pensioner shouted, “are you Lily White?”

“No, I am a hammer girl, Kia Ford, and I still live at this English Premiere Estate flat.”

“Apparently someone named Lily White wants to move in, right now,” mentioned the Pensioner.

“She is my rival, isn’t there something you can do?” Realizing sobering reality settling into her fantasy, uncovering the united west ham’s future demotion.

“I will check during the next forty-eight hours,” the Pensioner diplomatically offered.

Since the key still worked, the pair’s entry opened, “my cousins will be here next weekend,” the Peacock notified, “maybe they can help move you out.”

“Peacock!”

“Sorry, I meant get you out of this situation.”

Staring intently at the Bowen Shrine, Kia Ford deeply thought, “Nunu the Spirited Saint, what can I do?”

Appearing, presenting a grimace expression, Nuno shrugged his shoulders and began singing the blues.

“That could possibly work and if Lily White has too much Toffee eye candy,” the Peacock planned a deceitful strategy, “then off to relegation, she will go.”