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I own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Because I own Hasbro shares, therefore I own a part of Hasbro who owns MLP: FiM. Lauren Faust may or may not own MLP: FiM depending on whether she owns any shares herself, but she does have perpetual creator credits. Seriously though, claiming she owns MLP? That’s like saying Michael Bay owns Transformers. Boy oh boy, wouldn’t that be scary?!

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“Trixie demands to be freed at once!”

“Nice try, sugarcube, but ah can’t do that,” Applejack said. “Twi said not to let you out and that’s that until she claims otherwise.”

“Hmph!” The unicorn mare locked up inside the cell grunted, “And who does she think she is to keep Trixie imprisoned in this, this dump?!”

In truth, Applejack was amazed she had been capable enough to even respond to Trixie the last time. Holding her tongue, she looked over at Rarity, who was ever the picture of grace. Rarity took over for her, using her more diplomatic way with words, “She isn’t, but Mayor Mare is, and Mayor Mare listens to Twilight’s suggestions. And while Twilight and I both believe you’re free of the Alicorn Amulet’s influence, we can’t let you go or use magic until we’ve verified otherwise.”

“Hmph!” Trixie let out a second grunt in as many minutes. “Verify, schmerify! Who’ll it be, that witch doctor, or perhaps a mad unicorn proctor?”

“If you’re looking for a mad unicorn, look in the mirror at yourself and your horn,” Applejack responded tartily. “Oh shoot, she’s got me doing it now too.”

“Actually,” Rarity hesitated to reveal it, but decided Twilight hadn’t told her in confidence, “Princess Celestia is coming to town after her ambassador duties for the crown. I believe Twilight was going to ask her to come here.”

The other unicorn’s reaction was immediate. Trixie’s eyes widened to the point they seemed to nearly take her own head, and she banged up against the bars of the makeshift cell. “Princess Celestia?! No, you can’t! Please, you have to let me go at once, please!”

Both Applejack and Rarity found themselves taken aback at Trixie’s sudden fierce action. Surprised by the blue mare’s sharp change in attitude, Rarity seized on the most banal of changes, “Hey, what happened to your third-pony spee-“

“You don’t understand!” Trixie squeaked, her head already through the bars. Rarity blinked. The bars were spaced pretty wide apart, but she didn’t expect there to be that much room. “Princess Celestia can’t see me! Please, don’t do this to me!”

Applejack snorted, “Why’s that?! Did you do something before Ponyville to catch her attention? Maybe steal from her treasury?” Whatever Trixie had done, it didn’t bode well for her.

Trixie visibly recoiled, backing away, and Rarity felt ill to her stomach as she saw the showpony somehow remove her head from in between the bars. “N-no,” Trixie said, “I w-would never do th-that.”

“Oh?” Applejack asked in a confrontory tone, “Then what did you do? Something bad enough to warrant getting banished and locked up in a dungeon in the place you’re banished to?“ Applejack realised it wasn’t very nice of her to say such things, but given Trixie’s attitude over the last week and her first visit, she felt the other pony deserved it.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Rarity and Applejack both spun around at the unmistakable voice, then bowed as Princess Celestia walked in. The Princess looked over them, then over to the pony sitting in the cell, cowering against the back wall, and then back to Rarity and Applejack. “You may arise, my little ponies.”

The two did that. Rarity allowed her eyes to wander past the Princess to see the two ponies behind her. There was Twilight Sparkle, who no doubt had fetched the Princess once she had finished her meeting with the Saddle Arabian delegation. As for the other pony…Rarity’s hackles slightly rose. Although she had patched things up with him before christening Fancy Pants’ new airship in Canterlot, she still had little desire to be in the same room with him.

“P-P-P-P-Pri-“ For the short period of time Rarity had known Trixie, she had never thought she would see the day the other unicorn get tongue-tied. However, Rarity supposed being in the presence of royalty could do that to anypony, especially if you didn’t know how casual and informal Princess Celestia could be.

“You gave us quite a fright, young lady,” Princess Celestia admonished Trixie through the bars as she turned her full attention to the renegade unicorn. “Do you know how long the authorities were looking for you?”

Trixie mumbled something unintelligible.

Princess Celestia managed to hear whatever it was Trixie had said, as she responded, “A note? Oh yes, that note! No, Bellatrix, leaving a note doesn’t stop your family from worrying about you.”

Rarity, Applejack, and Twilight Sparkle all traded glances with one another. Trixie had a family in Canterlot that she had left behind? Rarity attempted to read Prince Blueblood’s face, but the only stallion in the room might as well have been carved out of stone. The storyline was thickening, and Rarity felt a little bit giddy at the first-hoof gossip she was about to be audience to.

The Princess managed to keep her smile on her face, voice and body language kind and serene as well, even as she continued to give Trixie a tongue-lashing, “We had quite a scare for a few days, until one of the pegasi searchers found a poster you did for your great show.” Celestia’s smile slipped into an amused grin, “The Great and Powerful Trixie, indeed. How many escape acts did you perform on your pursuers, exactly?”

Then Celestia’s grin hardened, and Rarity felt herself trembling slightly. She had seen Celestia’s anger a hoofful of times before, mostly directed at Discord, and even if she wasn’t the target of the gaze, it was always an intense stare. “I was worried when I heard about the Ursa Minor, but some investigation turned back you weren’t truly responsible for that. Then you dropped off the map for several months before coming back to Ponyville with a dark magic artifact. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

Rarity actually began to feel pity for Trixie. Sure, her reign over Ponyville had been a dark few days, but the blue pony seemed to wilter over Celestia’s words.

Trixie mumbled again.

“Speak louder, please.”

“I…I’m sorry, Princess Celestia.”

To the surprise of the three Element Bearers in the room, Celestia frowned. “I miss when you used to call me Grandma.”

“WHAT?!”

The cry of surprise didn’t come from one pony, but three of them, as Applejack, Rarity and Twilight Sparkle’s heads all snapped over to face Princess Celestia, who seemed nonplussed about the sudden outburst. “Pardon me for asking, Princess,” Rarity began delicately, taking a few seconds to form the question in her head, “But isn’t that a little bit, er, too informal of address?”

“I don’t see why not,” Prince Blueblood spoke for the first time since he had entered the room, and Rarity locked eyes with him. The stallion grimaced slightly under her look, feeling the attention of everyone else in the room as well, “After all, they’re both Princesses, and I call her Auntie.”

It took Rarity about a second to process that, and then…

“She’s a Princess? Why haven’t I heard about this until now, Princess Celestia?” Twilight asked, her own eyes wide in surprise. Suddenly realising that her tone had sounded demanding of her mentor, Twilight covered her mouth with a hoof, sitting down on her haunches.

Applejack said something far more unpleasant, and Rarity winced.

Princess Celestia thankfully ignored what Applejack had said, switching her focus to her student. “Perhaps if you attended more than one garden party in a hundred, my faithful student, you may have actually met her.” She was definitely amused right there.

Twilight groaned. It always came back to that, didn’t it? She _had_ missed out on a lot while keeping her nose stuck in a book for nearly every waking hour of every day while she was under the Princess’ tutelage.

“Auntie, please,” Blueblood said with a slight begging tone.

Princess Celestia sighed, then with a glow of her horn, the cell door opened. Trixie spotted the path to freedom, but didn’t budge. Making small talk, Celestia continued, “But I am curious, Bella. Where _did_ you go after the incident with the Star bear? We found a merchant who sold you another wagon, and then a few more towns where you performed, and then you seemed to disappear entirely. We were terrified, we thought you had died.”

That did the trick, as Trixie burst out of the cell, running right into the Princess. “I’m so _sorrrrry_~,” She wailed, tears rolling down her cheeks as Princess Celestia swept her up into her front legs for a hug, “I-I was so ashamed, I didn’t dare return home. I, I s-saw this amulet for sale, b-but didn’t have any bits left. I-I hated Ponyville, those two i-idiots went and grabbed an _Ursa_ and I n-nearly died, I, I wanted revenge, so I went to work on a farm for several months t-to be able to buy the Amulet.”

It had been a few shocking minutes for Rarity, Applejack and Twilight already. The sudden outburst had only left them more stunned still. This was the unicorn who had originally embarrassed several of them, then returned for revenge against Twilight Sparkle with the Alicorn Amulet?”

“There, there,” The Princess said in a soft tone, patting the unicorn on the back, attempting to calm her down from her panicked outburst. Turning her head over, she looked over at Prince Blueblood, “A farm, huh? She certainly gained an independent streak when we weren’t looking. That makes her a harder worker than some of the other nobles you like to complain about.”

The white-coated stallion rolled his eyes, even as a few tears were leaking from them and a relieved smile had broken out on his face, “She gets it from her mother, I swear. I don’t do it for the thrill of it like they do, I just like drawing maps.” He sighed, “I suppose I can’t be too angry. Considering she’s effectively a drop-out from your school, it’s a good thing she seems to have kept up on her studies since she left Canterlot.”

Suddenly, something seemed to click in Rarity’s head. During her time in Canterlot when the Prince and her had made up, he had revealed to her he was secretly married, with only a handful of ponies in the know to deflect attention away from his wife. While it hadn’t excused his attitude towards her at the Grand Galloping Gala, she could understand where it had come from – if Rarity herself had been a typical mare, then Blueblood must have dealt with dozens of potential suitors when he was already wed.

“Wait a minute!” Rarity blurted out, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. It was too late, as the attention of everypony in the room was directed at her. Even Trixie, whose crying had subsided, had looked towards her. Rarity bemoaned her luck, but then mulled it over. Prince Blueblood had come into the room, and Trixie…_Princess Trixie_, she was never going to get used to that, had been outed as a Princess. Twilight and Applejack were bound to come to the same conclusion right away, if they hadn’t already. “Er, does that mean Trixie is your wife, the one who likes to explore and goes on multiple expeditions every year?”

“_Ewwww_!” Trixie said, her thoughts instantly made clear. “No, he’s my daddy!”

“Say WHAT?!” The three Element Bearers exclaimed as one, each of them feeling as if they were a broken record-player that day.

“I thought you were only thirty!” said Rarity as she spun around to face Prince Blueblood.

The Prince seemed out of sorts whose jaw was still wide open from the audacity of Rarity's earlier question. Shaking his head, he seemed to recover enough to answer, “I am only thirty!" However, in place of his earlier shock, Blueblood now seemed just a little bit too amused.

“But that means you must’ve had a kid when you were like, were like, twelve or something!” Twilight responded, individual strands of hair springing up on her mane.

“I assure you Miss Sparkle, while I may not have waited as long to marry as your brother did, I certainly waited until I was of legal age to wed and have a child.”

“B-b-but that’s impossible,” Applejack said, not even sure why she was stuttering, “Look at her, she’s practically our age! Or did she do something like one of Twi’s fancy time-spells and go back several years instead of a week?”

“_Applejack_,” Twilight hissed at her, frantically looking back and forth between her farmer friend and the Princess, panicking at the thought of being sent back to Magic Kindergarten if Princess Celestia disapproved of her use of a time spell, “You promised not to tell anypony about that! And time spells don’t even work like that!”

Prince Blueblood just reared his head back and laughed, “Hahahaha!”

“What in tarnation’s so funny?” Applejack asked with a snarl. She had had a bad week already, and now she was being laughed at this joker who she only now was beginning to remember had insulted her family’s secret pie recipes at the last Gala.

“Oh, forgive me,” Blueblood wiped the tears from his face, these ones distinctly from laughter and not sadness or joy. “I just expected that for being my auntie’s student, Twilight Sparkle would have at least been able to notice an illusion spell.”

“A _what_?” Twilight asked, eyes bulging as she realised just what he was implying.

Through this all, Princess Celestia had been fairly calm, acting as the eye at the centre of the turmoil happening in the room. Looking down at the unicorn still held in her front limbs, she said, “Well, Bella? As impressed as your father and I are at your magic, I think you’re still grounded until you’re eighteen.” The alicorn paused, then asked, “Wait a minute, were you maintaining that spell even when you were fighting the Ursa? No, never mind. Please, deactivate it, I want to see how you’ve grown in the last year.”

Trixie hmmphed one last time, seemingly unwilling to leave the hug of her ‘grandma’ figure. “Fine,” She said. Her horn lighting up, a soft pink glow washed over her body, and where there was an adult mare before, now there was a blue filly Applejack and Rarity instinctively identified as being about the same age as their younger sisters.

There was silence for a few moments, then Applejack spoke. “Wait a darn apple-picking consarnit minute, you mean I got shown up by a filly?!”

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“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it the first time she came around, or this week either,” Twilight Sparkle said, pacing back and forth. “Oh, when I get home I’m going to ask Spike to grab all my books on illusions. Oh! Maybe I can ask Trixie if she has any tips if she was able to pull one off so seamlessly at such a young age!”

Blueblood grunted from his sitting position at the desk. Princess Celestia had returned to Canterlot with his daughter in tow, as her sister Luna was the better expert on mental influences left behind by dark magic artifacts. In turn, the Prince had volunteered to stay behind to process the paperwork related to his daughter’s temporary incarceration. “You’ll have to come to Canterlot for it, Twilight Sparkle. Not during the week, either. Until she’s been given the all-clear on this Alicorn Amulet, Bella will be under constant guard at home and at the School. She certainly won’t be going out with her mother on any more trips for a long time either. She won't be grounded until she's eighteen, but it isn't going to be a manner of months either.”

“Oh,” Twilight said, reminded that the Alicorn Amulet incident had been a thing that had happened. “What are the doctors recommending these days, a full year of monitoring after being tainted by dark magic?”

“A full year for an adult, three years for fillies and colts,” Blueblood said. “At least Bella has friends her own age at the school to act as an anchor. It’ll be a nightmare to get her reinstated after she’s been gone for a year, but I imagine at least one professor or two will be interested again after seeing what she’s picked up over the last year if that illusion spell is any indication. If not, well, Auntie Luna has been going on about finding ponies with moon Cutie Marks. I suppose I should thank you. Had she given us the run again today, she might not have lasted with any lingering side-effects from the Alicorn Amulet. My wife and I both joined the search for a while, but she had to go to Hoofuras and I had too many functions in Canterlot that I couldn’t delegate.”

Rarity, the only other pony left in the room after Applejack had left for her homestead, took this opportunity to intrude. “Pardon me if I’m being overfamiliar, but Bella? Not Trixie?”

“Her full name is Platinum the 42nd, Princess of Canterlot, Bellatrix the 17th, Duchess of Hoofington,” Blueblood explained. He sounded tired. Rarity supposed she could empathise with him, given he had reunited with his daughter for the first time in a year, only to see her go after an hour to clean up the mess she had left in her wake. “Almost nopony remembers the Hoofington title but she goes by it instead. She doesn't like attention based on her status, which she would get if she took the name of Platinum, just based on her personality and figure. Her mother, my wife, calls her Trixie. Auntie and I call her Bella. Given her stage name over the last year, I can see which one she prefers.”

“Ah,” Rarity said. She supposed she could understand Blueblood a little bit better now. Figuring out the sequence of events over the last year and a bit, she realised Trixie must have ran away from home before the Grand Galloping Gala, and possibly even _before_ the Longest Night incident. If Rarity hadn't made sure Sweetie Belle was safe before leaving for the Everfree Forest that night, she was sure she would have been terrified too. That Blueblood had even been able to function at the Gala while worrying for his daughter was a testament to his strength.

Suddenly, something Blueblood said clicked in Twilight’s head, and the unicorn stopped pacing. Turning around, Twilight asked, “Wait, who is your wife exactly?”

“A.K. Yearling.”

question: What might have motivated the author to include the disclaimer at the start of the story?

answer: Presumably because Lauren Faust has made a declaration that she owns My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and the author wishes to refute it.

question: Who speaks the first line of dialogue?

answer: Trixie, who seems to be speaking in third-person.

question: What sort of personality does Trixie have?

answer: She seems to be entitled.

question: Describe the past relationship between Trixie and Twilight Sparkle?

answer: They seem to have had an antagonistic relationship.


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PRINCE FEODOR ALEXANDROVICH OF RUSSIA (23 December [O.S. 11 December] 1898 – 30 November 1968) was the second son and third child of Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich of Russia and Grand Duchess Xenia Alexandrovna of Russia. He was also a nephew of Nicholas II of Russia, the last Tsar.

Born and raised in Imperial Russia during the reign of his uncle Nicholas II, he followed a military career and entered the Corps of Pages during World War I. With the fall of the Russian monarchy, he escaped the fate of many of his relatives killed by the Bolsheviks fleeing to his parents estate in Crimea. For a time, he was under house arrest there with a large group of family members. They left Russia on 11 April 1919. In exile, he settled in France where he married Princess Irina Pavlovna Paley, his distant cousin. The couple divorced in 1936. Afflicted with tuberculosis, Prince Feodor moved to England with his mother spending the years of World War II there. After the war ended, he settled permanently in the south of France.

Russian prince

Prince Feodor Alexandrovich Romanov was born at the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, Russian Empire on 23 December 1898. He was the second son and third child among seven siblings. Although a grandson of Emperor Alexander III through his mother, he was not entitled to the title Grand Duke of Russia because he was only a great-grandson of Emperor Nicholas I in the male line through his father. He spent his early years in Imperial Russia. Following family tradition, he began a military career. During World War I he entered the Corps of Pages.

At the fall of the Russian monarchy, he looked for refuge with his family in his father's property in Crimea. They lived there undisturbed until the rise to power of the Bolsheviks with the October Revolution in 1917. For some time, Prince Feodor was under house arrest in Ai-Todor and later at Dulber imprisoned with his parents, siblings, grandmother the Dowager Empress and many more Romanov relatives.

Prince Feodor, and his relatives in the Crimea, escaped the fate of a number of his Romanov cousins who were murdered by the Bolsheviks when they were freed by German troops in 1918. He left Russia on 11 April 1919 abroad the Royal Navy ship HMS Marlborough and moved to England and later to France.

Life in exile

During his first years in exile, Prince Feodor lived in Paris in the apartment of his sister Princess Irina Alexandrovna of Russia and her husband Prince Felix Yusupov. He worked as a taxi driver, and later as an architect.

Prince Feodor married on 21 May 1923 in St. Alexander Nevsky Cathedral in Paris, Princess Irina Paley (1903–1990), his first cousin once removed. She was a daughter of Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich of Russia and his morganatic wife Princess Olga Paley. The couple had one son:

-   Prince Michael Feodorovich (Paris 4 May 1924 – 22 September 2008); married 1st Paris 15 Oct 1958 (divorced 1992) Helga Staufenberger (born Vienna, 22 August 1926); m. 2nd Josse 15 January 1994 Maria de las Mercedes Ustrell-Cabani (b. Hospitalet, Spain 26 August 1960). Michael died on the same day as his cousin, Prince Michael Andreevich of Russia.[1]

Prince Feodor and his wife lived separated in 1930. Princess Irina began a relationship with Count Hubert de Monbrison (15 August 1892 – 14 April 1981) and had a daughter with him while still married to Prince Feodor, who recognized the child as his.[2]

-   Princess Irene Feodorovna (born 7 May 1934 in Fontenay, France); married 1st Biarritz 23 December 1955 (divorced 1959) Andre Jean Pelle (born Biarritz 29 November 1923); married 2d Le Pin 26 December 1962 (divorced) Victor-Marcel Soulas (born Saint-Méen-le-Grand 26 August 1938).

Prince Feodor Alexandrovich and Princess Irina divorced on 22 July 1936.[3] He did not remarry and spent World War II in England at the home of his mother. By 1941 he was seriously ill with tuberculosis and had to stay for long periods in sanatoriums to recuperate.[4] During the war years, he had sporadic contact with his son who remained in the south of France with Feodor's ex-wife. After the war ended, to improve his health and to stay closer to his son, Prince Feodor settled in the south of France at the villa of his sister Princess Irina Alexandrovna.[5] He lived there for the rest of his life. With very limited income of his own and too ill to work, his ex-wife and his sister helped with the medical bills.[6] Prince Feodor Alexandrovich died on 30 November 1968 in Ascain, France.[7]

Title and style

-   _His Highness_ Prince Feodor Alexandrovich of Russia

Notes

[1] Willis, ''The Romanovs in the 21st Century, p. 175

[2] Willis, ''The Romanovs in the 21st Century, p. 96

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[4] Van Der Kiste & Hall, _Once a Grand Duchess_, p. 216

[5] Van Der Kiste & Hall, _Once a Grand Duchess_, p. 224

[6] Willis, ''The Romanovs in the 21st Century, p. 97

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title: Prince Feodor Alexandrovich of Russia

question: What does the text say about Alexandrovich during and after WWII?

answer: Alexandrovich spent World War II in England at the home of his mother. By 1941, he was seriously ill with tuberculosis and had to stay for long periods in sanatoriums to recuperate. During the war, he had sporadic contact with his son in the south of France. After the war, the Prince moved to the south of France and settled at the villa of his sister Princess Irina Alexandrovna in order to improve his health and stay closer to his son. He lived there for the rest of his life, though during that time he had very little income and was too ill to work. He died in November 1968 in Ascain, France.

question: What does the text say about Alexandrovich before the October Revolution?

answer: Prince Feodor Alexandrovich Romanov was born at the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg in 1898. He was the second son and third child among seven siblings. He spent his early years in Imperial Russia, and following family tradition, he began a military career, and during World War I, he served in the Corps of Pages. At the fall of the Russian monarchy, he took refuge with his family in his father's property in Crimea.

question: What does the text say about Alexandrovich's marriage?

answer: Prince Feodor married Princess Irina Paley, his first cousin once removed, in 1923. They had one son, Prince Michael Feodorovich. Prince Feodor and his wife lived separated in 1930, and Princess Irina began a relationship with Count Hubert de Monbrison. She had a daughter with the Count, Princess Irene Feodorovna, while still married to Prince Feodor, but the Prince recognized the daughter as his own. Prince Feodor and Princess Irina divorced in 1936, and he did not remarry.


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JOHN ALOISI () (born 5 February 1976) is a retired Australian association football player and former manager of A-League club Brisbane Roar. In a professional career that spanned 20 seasons, with league totals of 459 games and 127 goals, he was the first Australian ever to play and score in La Liga, the Premier League and Serie A.

He returned to Australia in 2007, with four seasons in the A-League. Aloisi was an integral member of the Australia national team for more than a decade, and represented the nation at the 2006 World Cup, being an essential figure in the qualifying stages.[1] He also appeared for the Socceroos in two Confederations Cups. A former striker, Aloisi was described as a goal poacher who was able to “hold the ball up well and create opportunities for his teammates.”[2]

Club career

Early years and England

Born in Adelaide, Aloisi arrived in Europe aged 16, signing with Standard Liège from Adelaide City. He did not appear in any official games for the club, and also played sparingly for his next team, fellow top division outfit Royal Antwerp FC.

In November 1995, Aloisi signed for Italian side US Cremonese. On the 25th, after only two minutes on the pitch, he scored in a 2–1 home win against Calcio Padova, becoming the youngest foreign player ever to score in a Serie A match.[3] Ultimately, the Lombardy team suffered two consecutive relegations, and he left the club.

Aloisi arrived in English football early in the 1997–98 season, signing for Portsmouth in the Division One, under the chairmanship of Australia national football team manager Terry Venables. He scored 12 goals in his first season in England as Portsmouth narrowly avoided relegation, bettering that total to 13 in the following campaign.

On 17 December 1998, Aloisi moved to the Premier League with Coventry City, who paid £650,000 for his services. He made his Sky Blues debut in a 1–1 home draw against Derby County, appearing as a late substitute; also coming from the bench, he netted in the next match, 1–1 against Tottenham Hotspur.

Aloisi scored twice in a 4–1 win against Aston Villa at Villa Park, which was Coventry's first ever away victory in the league against their Midlands rivals. Starting in the next game, against Charlton Athletic, he was sent off for punching Danny Mills, receiving a considerable ban.. For Portsmouth and Coventry combined, he finished the season with 18 goals.

Coventry were constantly threatened with relegation during Aloisi's time at the club, and finally went down at the end of the 2000–01 season after a 34-year top flight stay, with Aloisi scoring just three times. He scored a hat-trick against Preston North End in the season's Football League Cup – 4–1 home win, 7–2 on aggregate[4]). In June, he was allowed to leave Highfield Road, and came close to signing for Crystal Palace,[5] but nothing came of it.

Spain

In 2001, Aloisi moved to Spain, joining Pamplona's CA Osasuna. He scored nine goals in 30 games in his first season in La Liga, being regularly used during his four-year spell in Navarre. On 11 April 2004, he played the full 90 minutes in a 3–0 away win against Real Madrid[6][7] and, on 11 June of the following year, he netted in the Copa del Rey final, equalising in an eventual 1–2 extra time loss against Real Betis.

After a move to Panathinaikos F.C. collapsed,[8] Aloisi signed for another Spanish outfit, Deportivo Alavés, on a free transfer. He scored ten goals in 2005–06, his best Spanish total, but the Basque team suffered top flight relegation.

Return to Australia

On 20 October 2007, it was announced that Aloisi had signed with the Central Coast Mariners FC for the remainder of the season.[9] The team was able to not include his wages in the salary cap due to a loop hole relating to injured players.[10] He made his debut in the A-League on the 28th against Sydney FC, in a 2–3 defeat.[11]

On 3 March 2008, after failing to re-sign with the Mariners, Aloisi penned a two-year deal with Sydney FC, for an undisclosed fee reported to be $1.4 million a season,[12] making him the highest-paid player based in Australia in any of the four football codes. He made his debut as a second-half substitute against Perth Glory FC at the Sydney Football Stadium, and scored his first goal for Sydney in a 2–0 upset win over archrivals Melbourne Victory FC.

On 18 February 2009, 33-year-old Aloisi was linked with a loan move to Shanghai Shenhua F.C. in China. He soon decided against the deal, opting instead to spend the entire pre-season with Sydney FC, under the club's new coach Vítězslav Lavička.[13] He scored twice in a friendly with the Newcastle United Jets FC,[14] and eventually started repaying the faith the team had in him by scoring a double in a 3–2 win against North Queensland Fury FC in Townsville, in the first game of the season; he finished the campaign – winning both the minor and the major championships – as the first Sydney player ever to reach double digits in a single season.

On 29 March 2010, Melbourne Heart FC signed Aloisi on a free transfer.[15] He impressed at the new club and scored eight goals, including three against rivals Melbourne Victory, both the first goal ever in a Melbourne derby, and a brace which equalised the game at 2–2 after the Heart had been 2–0 down. On 12 February 2011, he played the final game of his career against former team Sydney FC, in the last round of the A-League season, scoring and being replaced by in the 83rd minute by Kristian Sarkies, to a standing ovation from the home crowd.[16]

International career

[Aloisi taking the penalty that secured the victory over Uruguay and Australia's place in the 2006 World Cup.] Aloisi made his debut for the Australian national team in 1997. Also in that year, he was selected to the FIFA Confederations Cup, scoring in a 3–1 group stage win against Mexico for the eventual runners-up.

After representing Australia at the 2004 Summer Olympics as one of the three overage players, scoring three goals in an eventual quarterfinal exit,[17] Aloisi finished second in the scoring charts at the 2005 Confederations Cup, netting braces against Germany and Argentina as the Socceroos did not manage one single point in three games.

On 16 November 2005, Aloisi scored the decisive penalty against Uruguay in the 2006 FIFA World Cup playoffs, after a 1–1 aggregate tie. That goal meant Australia qualified to the FIFA World Cup for the first time since 1974.[18] He was selected in the squad for the final stages in Germany and, on 12 June, came off the bench to score the third goal in a 3–1 group stage victory against Japan, thus becoming only the second Australian to score a goal at the World Cup finals, after teammate Tim Cahill.[19]

On 21 July 2007, Aloisi scored in the 2007 AFC Asian Cup's quarterfinal match against Japan (1–1), in an eventual penalty shootout exit in Australia's first ever participation in that tournament.[20] It would be the last of his 27 international goals, second-best behind Damian Mori at the time of his retirement.

After his return to the A-League, Aloisi ceased to be recalled by the national team. In early 2008, his penalty kick against Uruguay which took the Socceroos to the 2006 World Cup was voted by the Sport Australia Hall of Fame as one of three greatest moments in Australian sporting history.[21]

Coaching career

Melbourne Heart

After retiring, Aloisi started a coaching career, being appointed youth manager at Melbourne Heart.[22] On 8 May 2012, it was announced that he had accepted a three-year contract to be the manager of Melbourne Heart.[23] On 5 October 2012, he got his first win as manager as Melbourne Heart beat rivals Melbourne Victory 2–1. Aloisi struggled in his first season as head coach, with Melbourne Heart coming ninth in the 2012–13 season and winning only one away game all season. The 2013-14 season did not start any better with the Heart managing 0 wins, 4 draws and 6 losses from 10 starts. On 28 December 2013, Aloisi was sacked as the manager of Melbourne Heart following the club's seventeenth competitive match without a win.

Melbourne Victory

On 9 February 2015, Aloisi joined Melbourne Victory FC as the development coach of its National Youth League and National Premier League sides.[24][25]

Brisbane Roar

On 26 May 2015, Aloisi was named manager of Brisbane Roar.[26] In both of his first two seasons at the club, the Roar achieved a top 4 finish in the league, and made it to the semi-finals.

In May 2017, Aloisi signed a new three-year contract to stay on as manager of Brisbane.[27]

On 28 December 2018, Aloisi resigned as manager of Brisbane Roar following the club’s poor start to the season, with the Roar second-last on the A-League ladder with just 1 win in 9 matches at the time of his departure.[28][29] He left as Brisbane Roar's longest serving manager.[30]

Personal life

Aloisi is of Italian descent through his grandfather, who is from Calabria. Aloisi is a devout Catholic.[31] Aloisi's older brother Ross, was also a professional footballer. Aloisi appeared on the cover of the Australian version of Pro Evolution Soccer 6.

Career statistics

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Club

  Club                    Season             Domestic                 League   Cup    Continental   Total
  ----------------------- ------------------ ------------------------ -------- ------ ------------- ------- ------- ----- ---- ----
  Apps                    Goals              Apps                     Goals    Apps   Goals         Apps
  Adelaide City           1991–92            National Soccer League   20       8      0             0
  Adelaide City Force     1                  0                        0        0      0             0
  Adelaide City total     21                 8                        0        0      0             0
  Standard Liège          1992–93            Belgian Pro League       0        0      1             0
  Standard Liège total    0                  0                        1        0      1             0
  Antwerp                 1993–94            Belgian Pro League       10       1      1             0
  1994–95                 25                 6                        2        2      0             0
  Antwerp total           35                 7                        3        2      0             0
  Cremonese               1995–96            Serie A                  22       2      1             2
  1996–97                 Serie B            26                       2        3      1             0
  Cremonese total         48                 4                        4        3      0             0
  Portsmouth              1997–98            First Division           38       12     3             0
  1998–99                 22                 14                       4        3      0             0
  Portsmouth total        60                 26                       7        3      0             0
  Coventry City           1998–99            Premier League           16       5      2             0
  1999–2000               7                  2                        0        0      0             0
  2000–01                 18                 3                        3        3      0             0
  Coventry City total     41                 10                       5        3      0             0
  Osasuna                 2001–02            La Liga                  30       9      2             2
  2002–03                 32                 8                        1        0      0             0
  2003–04                 33                 6                        2        4      0             0
  2004–05                 26                 6                        3        2      0             0
  Osasuna total           121                29                       8        8      0             0
  Alavés                  2005–06            La Liga                  33       10     1             1
  2006–07                 Segunda División   25                       6        1      0             0
  Alavés total            58                 16                       2        1      0             0
  CC Mariners             2007–08            A-League                 15       7      0             0
  CC Mariners total       15                 7                        0        0      0             0
  Sydney                  2008–09            A-League                 16       2      3             2
  2009–10                 24                 10                       0        0      0             0
  Sydney total            40                 12                       3        2      0             0
  Melbourne Heart         2010–11            A-League                 20       8      0             0
  Melbourne Heart total   20                 8                        0        0      0             0
  Australia total         96                 35                       3        2      0             0
  Belgium total           35                 7                        4        2      1             0
  Italy total             48                 4                        4        3      0             0
  England total           101                36                       12       6      0             0
  Spain total             179                45                       10       9      0             0
  Career total            459                127                      33       22     1             0

International

  Australia national team
  ------------------------- ------ -------
  Year
  1997
  1998
  1999
  2000
  2001
  2002
  2003
  2004
  2005
  2006
  2007
  2008
  Total

International goals

    _Scores and results list Australia's goal tally first._

  #    Date               Venue                                                           Opponent   Score   Result   Competition
  ---- ------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- ------- -------- -----------------------------------
  1    11 June 1997       Parramatta Stadium, Sydney, Australia                                      3–0     13–0     1998 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  2    5–0
  3    10–0
  4    11–0
  5    12–0
  6    28 June 1997       North Harbour Stadium, Auckland, New Zealand                               1–0     3–0      1998 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  7    12 December 1997   King Fahd II Stadium, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia                                 2–0     3–1      1997 FIFA Confederations Cup
  8    4 October 2000     Al-Rashid Stadium, Dubai, United Arab Emirates                             1–0     1–0      Friendly
  9    9 April 2001       Coffs Harbour International Stadium, Coffs Harbour, Australia              3–0     22–0     2002 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  10   6–0
  11   8–0
  12   10–0
  13   11–0
  14   14–0
  15   24 June 2001       Stadium Australia, Sydney, Australia                                       3–1     4–1      2002 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  16   4 June 2004        Hindmarsh Stadium, Adelaide, Australia                                     1–0     3–0      2004 OFC Nations Cup
  17   3–0
  18   15 June 2005       Commerzbank-Arena, Frankfurt, Germany                                      2–2     3–4      2005 FIFA Confederations Cup
  19   3–4
  20   18 June 2005       Frankenstadion, Nürnberg, Germany                                          1–3     2–4      2005 FIFA Confederations Cup
  21   2–3
  22   9 October 2005     Craven Cottage, London, England                                            4–0     5–0      Friendly
  23   7 June 2006        Donaustadion, Ulm, Germany                                                 3–1     3–1      Friendly
  24   12 June 2006       Fritz-Walter-Stadion, Kaiserslautern, Germany                              3–1     3–1      2006 FIFA World Cup
  25   11 October 2006    Sydney Football Stadium, Sydney, Australia                                 1–0     2–0      2007 AFC Asian Cup Qualification
  26   14 November 2006   Loftus Road, London, England                                               1–0     1–1      Friendly
  27   21 July 2007       Mỹ Đình National Stadium, Hà Nội, Vietnam                                  1–0     1–1      2007 AFC Asian Cup

Managerial statistics

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  Team              Nat   From          To                 Record
  ----------------- ----- ------------- ------------------ --------
  G                 W     D             L                  Win %
  Melbourne Heart         8 May 2012    28 December 2013
  Brisbane Roar           26 May 2015   28 December 2018
  Total

Honours

Club

ADELAIDE CITY:

-   NSL Championship: 1991–92

CENTRAL COAST MARINERS:

-   A-League Premiership: 2007–08

SYDNEY FC:

-   A-League Premiership: 2009–10
-   A-League Championship: 2009–10

OSASUNA:

-   Spanish Cup: Runner-up 2004–05

International

AUSTRALIA:

-   FIFA Confederations Cup: Runner-up 1997
-   OFC Nations Cup: 2004

Individual

-   FIFA Confederations Cup: Bronze Shoe 2005 (4 goals)

[1] Australia reach World Cup finals; BBC Sport, 16 November 2005

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[3] Dall' Australia con furore: John Aloisi regala i primi 3 punti alla Cremonese (From Australia with furor: John Aloisi gives Cremonese first three points); Corriere della Sera, 27 November 1995

[4] Coventry 4–1 Preston; BBC Sport, 27 September 2000

[5] Coventry City biography; at FootballHeroes

[6] Real Madrid 0–3 Osasuna; ESPNsoccernet, 11 April 2004

[7] Small talk: John Aloisi; The Guardian, 16 April 2004

[8] Aloisi fails Panathinaikos test; BBC Sport, 5 July 2005

[9] Aloisi's A-League adventure; ESPNsoccernet, 19 November 2007

[10] Aloisi: Now's the right time; Australian FourFourTwo, 20 October 2007

[11] Brosque double sinks Mariners ; A-League official website, 28 October 2007

[12] Sydney unveil new signings; Fox Sports, 3 March 2008

[13] Aloisi wary of Chinese burn-out; Fox Sports, 25 February 2009

[14] Aloisi double sinks Jets; The World Game, 12 July 2009

[15] Heart signs John Aloisi; The Age, 29 March 2010

[16] John Aloisi on target in Melbourne Heart farewell; Herald Sun, 12 February 2011

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[19] Australia 3–1 Japan; BBC Sport, 12 June 2006

[20] Japan and Iraq reach semi-finals; BBC Sport, 21 July 2007

[21] John Aloisi's shot of confidence; Herald Sun, 2 February 2008

[22] John Aloisi and Josip Skoko look to coaching after ending careers as senior players; The Australian, 14 February 2011

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title: John Aloisi

question: Can Aloisi be considered a successful player?

answer: He's decently successful. While his accomplishments aren't world-leading, he's still one of the best Australian players.

question: How does Aloisi fare in important matches?

answer: He is capable of putting forth good performances when it matters. He's a good player for important occasions.

question: Can Aloisi be considered a successful manager?

answer: He has his triumphs and letdowns. He seems to be a decent manager but not extraordinary.


text:
If I could have one wish – and I couldn’t wish for money, or to correct past mistakes – here is what I would wish for.

I would wish to be outside a party in 1977, the year my mom turned 26. At that time, she was living in a tiny house with her best friend. The friend would later become my godmother, but for now, she was just another single woman teaching at the local high school.

Myra taught cooking; my mom taught French. The students called her Madame Green, but she was 5’04”, and already most of them looked older than her. She made up for it by being extremely strict.

She had worked hard her whole life, writing out essays by hand three or four times in college before she turned them in. She had dated but never seriously. She was more amused by the pursuit of a man than the acquisition, and often found that once someone reciprocated her feelings, she lost interest.

She was six years into a crippling eating disorder that dominated her life, and that she hid from everyone.

Still, I imagine she didn’t take herself too seriously. She had short hair and wore little makeup. She looked like the kind of girl who would make you laugh. In pictures, she is always doing that – laughing.

The costume parties they threw in that house were epic. People came over in bathing suits, in nun costumes, in nothing at all. I don’t think she would have gotten drunk, at least not in that desperate, modern way. But I think her face would have been red with wine, and she would have talked to you for hours, because she has always been able to talk for hours, about anything.

I would wish to meet her outside the party, this red-faced 26-year-old woman, stumbling outside to catch her breath, still shouting something to someone behind her. I would offer her a cigarette and she would say no. We would chat like women do. We would like each other, in that way that blooms from mutual interest and admiration; in the easy trust that precedes real friendship.

We would chat about nothing, really. Someone would call to her, and she would excuse herself, to go back inside and carry on with her life.

title: Meeting My Mother

question: What is the narrator's one wish?

answer: To meet her mother when she was single and in her mid 20s.

question: Who is Madame Green?

answer: Narrator's mother

question: What is Madame Green's relationship with Myra?

answer: They were best friends who lived together and were both teachers.

question: Who became the narrator's godmother?

answer: Myra, the narrator's mother's best friend.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator explains if she could have one wish, it would be meeting her mother in 1977 at a party when she was single and living her best life. Narrator goes on to describe her mother in her 20s and what their interaction would be like.


text:
BY MORGAN TRUE VTDIGGER.ORG The Roman Catholic Diocese of Burlington lost at least $1.5 million and perhaps as much as $2 million on a $3.65 million loan to Burlington College, according to financial statements from the church. In 2010, Burlington College bought the former diocese headquarters on North Avenue for $10 million. The diocese sold the property to help cover the cost of a $17 million settlement with victims of priest sex abuse in Vermont. The college borrowed heavily to buy the 33-acre prime Lake Champlain waterfront property. The purchase was part of an ambitious expansion plan for the school, led by Jane Sanders, the former Burlington College president and the wife of presidential candidate Sen. Bernie Sanders. In August 2011, Jane Sanders resigned as doubts emerged about her plans and fundraising strategy. The college trustees gave her a $200,000 early exit package.

Sanders hoped to double the size of the college and create a new campus at the diocese location. When she signed off on a $6.7 million loan from People’s United Bank and a $3.65 million loan from the diocese in 2010, she was banking on pledged donations from supporters.

The diocese loan was settled earlier this year, and recently released documents show the diocese lost $1 million in principal payments, plus $500,000 to $1 million in interest accrued but never paid over a five-year period.

[]FORMER BURLINGTON COLLEGE PRESIDENT JANE O’MEARA SANDERS. PHOTO COURTESY OF BURLINGTON COLLEGE.

A VTDigger investigation in September showed that Sanders overstated pledged donations used to secure the People’s bank loan. Pledged donations never materialized, according to documents and statements from college officials. Ambitious plans to boost enrollments failed, pushing the college toward financial collapse.

Sanders declined to be interviewed for this and previous stories about the loans.

To avoid bankruptcy, the college sold 27 acres to developer Eric Farrell in February for $7 million. At about the same time, Burlington College settled the loan with the diocese.

Farrell plans to build more than 700 units of housing on 15 acres of the property. As part of the deal, the Champlain Housing Trust and other partners will build 160 units of affordable housing. The college will retain a 6-acre parcel.

The development, which includes a 12-acre park, was approved by the Burlington City Council Monday night. Many residents laud the deal for striking a balance between the city’s need for affordable housing and open public space, but a vocal contingent decry the deal as a giveaway to a wealthy developer.

The diocese takes a haircut

Arriving at a precise figure for the amount the Roman Catholic Diocese lost is difficult because Farrell, church officials and Burlington College officials refuse to discuss how the loan was settled.

The church and the college declined multiple interview requests, and neither would answer a set of written questions about how the loan was discharged.

VTDigger requested an interview by email with Bishop Christopher Coyne; and made interview requests to Rev. Msgr. John McDermott; Diocese CFO Martin Hoak; Burlington College President Dr. Carol Moore; Burlington College CFO Gibson Smith; and Burlington College Board Chair Yves Bradley.

“They probably refused to talk to you about it, because it’s none of your business,” Farrell said. He, too, declined to provide details of how the debt was settled.

Martin Hoak, the diocese chief financial officer, declined to answer financial questions but said a “careful reading” of the church’s public audited financial statements would provide answers.

Here’s what the documents show: The Roman Catholic Diocese of Burlington lost $996,000 of the $3.65 million principal on the loan it made to Burlington College.

[Burlington College, Roman Catholic Diocese of Burlington]

BURLINGTON COLLEGE, AND THE FORMER HEADQUARTERS OF THE ROMAN CATHOLIC DIOCESE OF BURLINGTON. PHOTO BY PHOEBE SHEEHAN

There is also no evidence that the diocese received any interest payments during the five-year life of the loan. Depending on who had prevailed in a disagreement between the diocese and Burlington College over whether the loan went into default, the unpaid interest totaled between $593,000 and $923,000.

If a default occurred, the total loss to the church, principal plus interest, would be just shy of $2 million. If a default did not occur, the loss would be a little more than $1.5 million.

Burlington College paid the diocese $542,000 prior to June 2014, reducing the amount the church was owed to $3.1 million. Then sometime prior to June 2015, the loan was settled for a $1.05 million cash payment and a $1 million investment in an unidentified company.

The $1 million investment represents a 16.7 percent stake in that company. The audit states that the diocese plans to exercise a “put option” in February 2016, meaning they will cash out for the agreed upon $1 million. Returns on the investment so far totaled $60,822 as of a June 2015 diocese audit, the most recent financial information available from the church.

While it appears the diocese plans to request the $1 million owed, “that doesn’t mean the company has the cash to pay if off,” said Don Keelan, a CPA who helped VTDigger analyze the financial statements.

Keelan said the investment is “certainly at risk.” If the diocese can’t collect, “that loss (on the principle) of $996,000 could be a lot greater.”

“When you step back from it all, here the (diocese) had a note from the college where a good portion didn’t materialize, and now the note was converted into another instrument, an investment in an LLC. That’s not very liquid,” Keelan said.

“The diocese should be getting their money, that’s what they need, not putting themselves in a speculative position. It goes to show how desperate the diocese was to collect on this,” Keelan said.

Burlington College and the diocese both refused to name the company the diocese now partially owns. In a statement, Burlington College officials said, “Any questions about the details of the financing that EF Farrell, LLC utilized to purchase the property should be directed to Eric Farrell.”

In November 2014, Seven Days reported that it had obtained a document detailing a “proposed transaction between the diocese and Farrell.”

According to Seven Days, the deal Farrell proposed involved the church forgiving $2 million of the Burlington College debt and accepting a $1.5 million investment in the company Farrell created to build his planned housing development.

Farrell declined to say if the diocese owns a stake in the housing project, noting that it’s not a matter of public record. “I have a group of investors who joined me in that company, and I don’t think it’s appropriate to say who they are,” he said.

[Eric Farrell]

DEVELOPER ERIC FARRELL AT A DEC. 21 CITY COUNCIL MEETING WHERE A DEVELOPMENT DEAL HE REACHED WITH THE CITY WAS APPROVED BY COUNCILORS. PHOTO BY MORGAN TRUE / VTDIGGER

The proposal reported by Seven Days closely mirrors the arrangement financial documents show was used to settle the loan, except that it appears the diocese negotiated a slightly more favorable deal, which included a cash payment and a write off of only $1 million of the principal as bad debt, instead of the $2 million in the proposal reported by Seven Days.

If the diocese owns a stake in Farrell’s project, that $1 million investment may never materialize. As City Councilor Tom Ayers told residents in an attempt to placate those who feel the city’s deal with Farrell was reached behind closed doors and without sufficient public input — a point Ayers contested — the public process “is just beginning.”

In order for the developers to move forward, the project must get environmental approval through the Act 250 process, approval from the city’s Development Review Board and other city boards and commissions. It also needs zoning changes related to height and density approval. All of the processes will provide opportunity for public involvement, Ayers said.

If Farrell is unsuccessful overcoming the regulatory hurdles, the loss to the church could be greater. The church also has an option to cash out their stake this February, provided Farrell has the money.

At the same time, Keelan acknowledged that if Farrell did partially pay the diocese with an investment in the housing project, it would have reduced the amount of cash he needed at the closing with Burlington College.

That means Farrell may have only paid $6 million in cash at closing for a $7 million purchase price on a property that the City of Burlington valued at nearly $20 million in 2010.

Uncollected interest

The diocese 2014 and 2015 financial audits show no evidence that Burlington College made any interest payments on the $3.65 million loan. A Burlington College audit from 2013 shows the school was not making any principal or interest payments and the amount of unpaid interest was listed on the books as a liability.

The original note had an interest rate of 3.6 percent. Interest payments for the first 18 months of the loan were deferred and would have been forgiven if the $3.65 million principal was paid before December 2014. It was not.

Starting in July 2012, Burlington College was to begin making monthly principal and interest payments of $36,265, which it did not make. As a result, the diocese served Burlington College with a notice of default in August 2012, and began charging an 8 percent “penalty interest rate” stipulated in the loan.

The college disputed the loan was in default. The college audit states that payments to the diocese were contingent on whether the college had at least $1.45 million in the bank prior to making each payment.

The college was unable to make principal or interest payments because it hadn’t banked that amount, according to the audit. The diocese sought to impose the higher interest rate, which it says would have resulted in the college owing $140,000 more in interest as of June, 30, 2013.

“The ultimate resolution of this matter is unknown,” the Burlington College audit states.

With the penalty rate being applied from August 2012 to when the loan was settled earlier this year, the uncollected interest would total $923,000. Without the penalty interest, the interest owed to the church would be $592,000.

Paid a premium?

Though unwilling to answer questions about how the Burlington College loan was settled, Martin Hoak, the diocese CFO, provided a statement disputing that the Roman Catholic Diocese lost money in the deal.

The CFO says an independent appraiser the church hired assessed the 33-acre, lakefront property with several historic buildings, including a 19th century orphanage, for $6 million, $4 million less than what the college paid.

“Therefore, all funds received above that amount are a premium, and any amounts not collected on the loan reduces our premium, but are not a loss,” he said. Hoak did not respond to VTDigger’s request for a copy of the appraisal.

Boston-based Joseph J. Blake and Associates appraised the property for $11.9 million in 2010 at the time of the sale to Burlington College. The city of Burlington valued the property at $19.8 million.

The Blake and Associates appraisal says the college’s $10 million purchase price was agreed to after “several negotiations” with the diocese. At one point, the diocese was “anticipating” a price of $12.5 million, according to Blake and Associates.

Keelan, the CPA, called Hoak’s assertion that the diocese received a premium “totally bogus.”

“In 50 years of doing this I’ve never seen such a claim,” he said. “They didn’t get the principal back, and they didn’t get any interest payments, so they had to book a loss.”

question: Describe the doubts around Jane Sanders' plans and fundraising strategy.

answer: The doubts were that she overstated pledged donations so that she could secure the People's bank loan for Burlington College. The donations never materialized and the college fell towards financial collapse, so doubts were raised about the loans.

question: What were Sanders plans for the college?

answer: Apparently she hoped to increase the size of the campus and create a new one at the diocese location in Burlington.

question: How does Sanders feel about the accusations about her plans and fundraising?

answer: It seems she hadn't wanted to add fuel to the fire in any way.

question: Why have the church and college declined multiple interview requests?

answer: It could be assumed they don't want to get into any further trouble or get anyone else in trouble.

question: Summarize everything regarding Seven Days.

answer: In November 2014, Seven Days reported that it had obtained a document which detailed a proposed action between Farrell and the diocese. With this document, they exposed that the church possibly has a stake in Farrell's business after the church forgave $2 million of the college debt.

question: How might the public view Sanders in wake of these doubts, even if they weren't justified?

answer: It's possible they may trust Sanders less.

question: Describe Farrell's general attitude about the situation.

answer: Farrell seems aloof and standoffish regarding the situation.


text:
_POECILIPTA_ is a genus of South Pacific corinnid sac spiders first described by Eugène Simon in 1897.[1]

Species

it contains twenty-seven species in Australia, and one on New Caledonia:[2]

-   _Poecilipta carnarvon_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta contorqua_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (New South Wales)
-   _Poecilipta davidi_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (South Australia)
-   _Poecilipta elvis_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta formiciforme_ (Rainbow, 1904) – Australia (New South Wales)
-   _Poecilipta gloverae_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta harveyi_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta janthina_ Simon, 1896 (type) – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta jilbadji_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta kgari_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta kohouti_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Northern Territory, South Australia, Queensland, New South Wales)
-   _Poecilipta lugubris_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (New South Wales, Australian Capital Territory)
-   _Poecilipta mandjelia_ Raven, 2015 – New Caledonia
-   _Poecilipta marengo_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (New South Wales)
-   _Poecilipta metallica_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta micaelae_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (New South Wales)
-   _Poecilipta qunats_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta rawlinsonae_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta ruthae_ Santana & Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta samueli_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta smaragdinea_ (Simon, 1909) – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta tinda_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (South Australia)
-   _Poecilipta venusta_ Rainbow, 1904 – Australia (Queensland to Victoria, South Australia)
-   _Poecilipta waldockae_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia)
-   _Poecilipta wallacei_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Western Australia to Queensland)
-   _Poecilipta yambuna_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Victoria)
-   _Poecilipta zbigniewi_ Raven, 2015 – Australia (Tasmania)

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[2]

title: Poecilipta

question: What is Poecilipta?

answer: Poecilipta is a genus of South Pacific corinnid sac spiders.

question: Who described the spiders first?

answer: Eugene Simon.

question: How many species does the genus contain?

answer: 27.

question: How many of the species are found in Queensland?

answer: 7.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A Wikipedia page on Poecilipta - a genus of South Pacific corinnid sac spiders.


text:
“Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.”  I kept repeating those words in my head.  It was like a song or a rhyme that bounced around my head refusing to leave through any of the normal channels.  “Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.”  Who said that?  I might be able to remember but those damn words are too distracting.  The echo is deafening and trying to think about anything else just makes it even louder.  “Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.” If I could just remember where I heard that, I might be able to…

The car smashes against my body and my body against the car, as much as a car would care about a few hundred pounds of flesh, water, and crunchy bits stuff in an odd looking package whacking against it‘s metal construction.  My gut immediately registers the damage, followed by the quick and utter collapse of my spleen.  I’m fairly certain it was my spleen at least,  I am not horribly good at anatomy and a car crash seems an inappropriate time for brushing up on the subject.  The fact I am broken is quite clear, if not from the pain, then perhaps from the blood exiting my body from the hole in my stomach or perhaps the blood spraying on my vehicular executioner when I cough. The car stopped.  Did I mention the car stopped?  The driver sure was nice to stop for me.  Would have been nicer if it occurred before I started bleeding, but it’s the thought that counts.  Oh god, it hurts.  I’m supposed to be in shock.  When you get hit by a car and have a giant hole in your stomach, you get to go to your happy place where all the Playboy bunnies bring me drinks and tell me how I was always better than Hugh, but I can still feel the pain.  There isn’t pain at the Playboy Mansion, but I’m not at the Playboy Mansion.  I’m in the middle of the street.  I’m in the middle of the street and I’m dying.  I can see people around me, sirens in the distance.  I wonder if they will save me.  I think the man who hit me is standing over me but everything is a bit blurry.  I would try to talk but my body has prioritized coughing up blood ahead of casual conversation.

The man leans over me and I think he is smiling.  He can’t be smiling.  He hit me with a car.  He doesn’t get to smile.  I don’t care if I was an idiot for cross the street when there was traffic, you don’t get to smile at me!  The sirens have gone silent.  Did I go deaf? I’m losing my grasp on everything.  Ah.  I see the shock has kicked in and I don’t feel anything now.  I can’t hear, I can’t feel, and unless it became night really quickly I think I might be losing my vision.  My body doesn’t want me to know I’m dying.  It doesn’t want to die.  I don’t. I don’t want to die.  I just keep thinking…keep thinking…I remember now. Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.  Nine steps down the road and turn left at the old house.  Nine steps down the road….

title: Nine Steps

question: Who is the Hugh referenced in the story?

answer: Hugh Hefner, publisher of Playboy Magazine

question: Why does the narrator hear sirens in the distance?

answer: The sirens are likely emergency response vehicles heading to the scene of the narrator's injury.

question: What has happened to the narrator?

answer: The narrator, while walking across the street, was hit by a car.

question: Does the narrator survive?

answer: the story does not answer this question

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator his hit by a car while crossing the street on foot.


text:
"Huh. Fine greeting you have there baldy." The lanky redhead stood a full two inches above the commander. No... redhead didn't quite describe it. It looked as if Satan himself had set fire to her skull leaving her skin scar white on her muscular frame. Looking at some of the other wave lengths I noticed she was carrying an omni rifle on her back and an old 1911 .45acp pistol under her shirt. She wasn't wired though - so that rifle was running on stand alone mode only. She looked like she could fight  and judging by the scars on her face and body she had survived a few of them.

Suddenly that pistol was in her hand. Barrel under Erwin's jaw. I saw it - although it did surprise me - not enough to stop me from bringing to bear my side arm before she could finish the fluid, much practiced, movement.

Her eyes glanced to mine and she chuckled deep in her throat. "Faster than me on a reaction. Good soldier." I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, taste the acridity of her words in my ears. So I smiled at her nonchalantly, "Thank you 'mam. The U.S. of A. aims to please in these desolate times." Her eyes met mine. An emotionless sizing up passed between us and she let the weapon glide back to it's holster smoothly and elegantly.

"It's been long time since I've heard of that country." She walked and talked back around the couch, "You dick heads are still meddling in everyone else's business even in a time like this."

Erwin, still as cheerful as ever, gave a small laugh and looking at this redheaded bitch conspiratorially talked at her. "Well us Americans planned this whole thing as an excuse to come over and take hikes around your cities with no people to bother us. We thought some German air would do us good." He let that smile go off again.

It worked. She cracked a grin back at him and following his lead joined him in banter. As they ranted back and forth about the weather here versus the states and the state of politics, a moot point nowadays - they went with the scientist and engineers, she walked back around from the couch she had been rummaging behind.Still chatting with Erwin, that stocky, bald silver-tongued louse, she handed him a duffle bag. He peeked inside and his face lit up even more. "How bout that!" then turning back to her, "Say mam, what's your name?"
She let a smile a flit about her lips looking at Erwin. "Brynhildr Hindar"

"Nice to meet you Bryn. Name's Erwin."

"What. No surname?'

"No mam. We dropped those when we came together. No family's to identify to anymore. We're just walking dead men anyhow." The smile never left his face but it lost all sincerity.

"Now if you don't mind - I'm going to hand out this food. Then you and I need to have a long talk."

~I think that this is quickly becoming a little more than a short story. I had no idea this would take off like this - but it's cruising now and all I can do is be drug along with the plot. Captivated by the story as I write it - Who knew writing could be fun?

I only write short bits due to schedule but I have so much more waiting to be put down and I'm just sharing them as I do. However, if this is going to be as long as I think it will be, I don't want to continue to spam /r/short stories so I'll start consolidating my bits into chunks.

title: [Sci-Fi] Rebirth of a Race [Part 4]

question: What does the story say about when the story takes place?

question: What does the story say about Erwin?

answer: Erwin is a short, stocky, bald commander of an unnamed branch in the U.S. military stationed in Germany. He seems to have a cheerful disposition and a silver tongue. Erwin says that U.S. soldiers dropped the use of surnames because there is no family to identify them anymore and they were walking dead men.

question: What does the story say about the redhead?

answer: The redhead's name is Brynhildr Hindar. She is a tall, lanky, woman with a muscular frame carrying an Omni rifle and an old 1911 .45 ACP pistol. Hindar looked like she could fight and has scars on her face. She was hostile towards Commander Erwin at first, shoving the pistol under his jaw, but holstered it when the narrator (another soldier) pulled a gun on her. Hindar lightened up after Erwin talked to her.

question: What does the text say about the story's setting?

answer: Based on the title "Rebirth of a Race", the story seems to be set in a desolate, maybe even dystopian future where the human race is dying or in decline. The United States still exists and has sent soldiers to Germany on a mission. However, it seems that entire families (in the U.S.) are gone because the soldiers have no family to identify them anymore when they die, which is why they stopped using surnames.


text:
Sunday

Jun 24, 2012 at 2:00 AM Jun 24, 2012 at 7:30 AM

Traffic tickets — and the resulting insurance surcharges — are expensive, but for drivers who appeal those fines, the effort may be well worth it.

Traffic tickets — and the resulting insurance surcharges — are expensive, but for drivers who appeal those fines, the effort may be well worth it. Appealing a ticket can save a motorist hundreds of dollars annually on surcharge costs, which is imposed by insurance companies during a six-year period following a ticketed offense. But be prepared to open your checkbook every time you file an appeal. In Massachusetts, drivers involved in a moving or non-moving violation, such as defective or illegal equipment, generally have 20 days from the date the ticket was issued to file an appeal. The first step in that process is to request a hearing before a clerk magistrate in the jurisdiction where the alleged offense occurred. To do so, just check the box on the back of the citation and mail it to the Registry of Motor Vehicles at the address supplied. The court will send a written notice of the location, date and time the hearing is scheduled, at which time a $25 hearing fee must be paid.
Be prepared to explain why you believe the ticket was issued unfairly and bring along any evidence, including photographs or witness statements, to bolster your case. If a clerk magistrate finds there are mitigating circumstances — such as something that obstructed a driver's view — he or she can dismiss the ticket or reduce the fine. If the ticket is dismissed, there will be no reportable surcharges, but if the fine is reduced, a driver is still considered responsible and will incur additional insurance fees. Drivers who disagree with a clerk magistrate's decision can appeal to a district court judge in the same jurisdiction and pay a $50 hearing fee. At that court hearing, a driver should again be prepared to present his or her case. A ruling in his or her favor means the case will be dismissed, and no insurance surcharges will be imposed. If a district court judge rejects your appeal and your violation was not considered criminal, your next step is to file an appeal with the Massachusetts Appeals Court. That means a $300 fee. At this level of appeal, a panel of three judges will review the lower court's decision and determine whether the law was applied correctly. Appellate judges do not rule on factual evidence in a case. Drivers charged with criminal violations, such as vehicular manslaughter or fleeing from police, however, cannot appeal a citation without first having the case heard in court. If you lose in the district court, you or your lawyer can file a motion to dismiss the complaint with the Massachusetts Appeals Court provided there is an issue with the way the lower court handled the case. Motorists fighting an insurance surcharge because of an accident that doesn't involve a criminal offense have 30 days to complete the appeal form located on the back side of the surcharge notice mailed to them by their insurance company. Return that form along with a $50 check or money order to the address designated on the application. The Insurance Board of Appeals will then send out a notice specifying the date, time and location of the hearing. If that board finds you are 50 percent or less at fault, the incident will be removed from your driving record and your insurance company will adjust your premium accordingly.
Drivers who are found at fault and disagree with the board determination can file a second appeal with the Massachusetts Superior Court in their hometown jurisdiction or in Suffolk County Superior Court in Boston. Fees for filing that case are set at $240. If you lose at that level, you can again appeal the court's ruling via the Massachusetts Appeals Court for $300. Still a loser? The last stop is the U.S. Supreme Court. But be prepared to shell out $350 at the federal level, as well. And don't forget all those other fees for reproducing records, certifying documents and searching records.

question: Why does the writer believe that appealing traffic ticket fines are well worth it?

answer: Appealing a ticket can save a motorist hundreds of dollars annually on surcharge costs, which are imposed by insurance companies during a six-year period following a ticketed offense.

question: What happens when you appeal a ticket?

answer: You will most likely pay a $25 hearing fee to get the chance to explain why you believe the ticket was issued unfairly, in order to reduce or dismiss the fine.

question: How does a driver go about appealing a ticket?

answer: They must first pay a $25 hearing fee and if they disagree with a clerk magistrate's decision, they can appeal to a judge and pay a $50 hearing fee.

question: Is everyone allowed to appeal tickets?

answer: Drivers with criminal violations cannot appeal without first having their case heard in court.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Appealing a ticket can save a motorist hundreds of dollars annually on surcharge costs, which are imposed by insurance companies during a six-year period following a ticketed offense.


text: It was a beautiful, sunny day. The wind was blowing just the right way, like it was purposely missing the hair of the three girls walking home. Each had on a blue blazer with the school crest for thorns high, the local private school. One had tall, thin legs that seemed to go on forever. She had long, curly blonde ringlets flowing down to her lower back. Next to her was an averaged height red head. Her hair was short and partly died blue to match the blazer. She was talking to the third girl. The third was short with curly brown hair that was even longer than the blondes. Even though the red headed girl seemed to be in a serious conversation with her,the brunet  seemed distracted almost gone from her body. She kept thinking of the past twenty four hours of her life. Why had her mother decided to have a midlife crises? Now, of all the times in her life to have a crises this was the worst. She had just become head cheerleader and James, a guy she has been crushing on since she was old enough to read vogue, had final asked her out."okay fine then I guess your right I will get a tattoo and then join a gang from Russia!"Said the red head. "Eh uh, yeah sounds great Luce" said the brunette. Lucy turned to the blonde in aggravation. " Kenzie are you even listening?" Lucy said. " uh what"said Kenzie finally coming out of her daze. She turned to look at Lucy noticing her angry face. "I'm sorry Luce, I just have a lot on my mind. What is it you were saying?" "I was saying that with prom coming up we need to decide what, who and where?" Luce said happy to have some attention. " what, who and where?"  Asked the blonde in curiosity." Yes, Rebecca what, what are we all going to wear, who, whose all of our lucky dates, and where, where's the after party?" " oh uh well I don't know about party I'm not sure I want to go anywhere after" said Rebecca. "Becs your joking right? Your not seriously considering ditching us prom night. You know what I always say?" Said Lucy trying to convince her friend." I know, I know" said Rebecca " friends for life till the end and beyond" Said Rebecca trying her best to make fun of Lucy's saying. " not funny, and I'm serious we stick together through thick and thin... And prom!" Said Lucy about to burst from excitement."guys, guys enough with the prom talk okay let's just get through midterms then prom, i promise." Said Kenzie clearly not wanted to discuss further. As the three girls got to there street Rebecca noticed the moving truck in front of Kenzie's house. "Uh, Kenzie whose moving in your grandmother?" "No, not that I now of."said Kenzie curious about what was going at her house. She turned to her friends and said goodbye. She then ran up her drive way, past the truck and into her house. When she walked in she noticed the bare walls and floors. The foyer was completely blank except for the two large movers bringing out her bed. As they walked out she caught a sight of her mother in the kitchen directing there maids as they packed dishes." Ehhhh, frank please don't drop that it's an antique from France!" Cried Kenzie's mom. "Hey mom, what's going on? What's with all the huge guys" said Kenzie as she grabbed a cup from a nearby shelf. As she walked to the sink. Her  mother turned towards her. " oh um sweetie we need to talk" Kenzie turned nervously towards her mother knowing her tone of voice was the sympathetic one she always used when something bad was about to happened. "Wait, when you said we are going to move you didn't mean after my senior year this summer did you?" Said Kenzie trying to understand what was going on." Well, honey that's what I wanted to tell you. Surprise! I got a building sooner than later. We're moving tomorrow. The guys are here for our stuff today." Kenzie dropped her cup immediately.  "WHAT!!?" Said Kenzie as she saw her friends and her amazing life go by."Kenzie, me and your father told you last night that we thought we needed a new start and that when we could get a building for my new shop we were moving. Nothing new is happening." " mom, not fair you know I never thought it would happen so soon, prom isn't that far away please can we stay till graduation it's only in a few months?" Said Kenzie hoping to convince her."Kenzie it's over we're leaving. End of discussion" her mom said trying frantically to continue packing the kitchen. Kenzie decided to try a different tactic with her mom."fine but how about we make a deal?" " like what?"  Kenzie thought of what she was going to say. "How about if I don't like our new home in a month we move back just in time for prom and graduation and you buy me a new car?" Kenzie's mom thought over the new proposition."and if you like it in a month?" "Then I stay for the rest of senior year and go to a college close to home. I know you want me too!" As Kenzie's mom thought it over Kenzie realized that there was no way to trick her mom about liking the new place. Her mom had always had a weird gift for telling if someone lied. So if Kenzie happened to really like the new place her friends would kill her for staying and missing all the glorious senior privileges. "You have deal! One month nothing more nothing less." "Oh , thank you so much Lucy and Rebecca  will be so happy!" Kenzie ran to her mom and gave her a huge hug. She then happily skipped to her room in an excited daze. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get a new start. It might actually be fun but of course she'll always love thorns high. Wait where did her mom said they were moving to? Hopefully somewhere in California her home town, so that she can see her friends. When she got to her room she noticed a mover in her room. "Oh, hi sorry it's just that this is my room and I was hoping to pack some things for the move!" The mover then turned to leave. As she turned towers him to escorts him out of her room she noticed the mover was young and handsome. He had the look of a model mixed with a football player. " hey, names Blake sorry ill get out of your hair." He then turned to leave." Oh well you don't have to I'm just grabbing something's" Kenzie went to her closet to get all of her most beautiful things to impress Blake.She went to grab her coach bag when she heard a crash from across the room. She turned to see what it was in time to notice Blake catch a falling eyeliner from her desk. He caught it so quickly that it barely even left the desk. Kenzie stood amazed at what she had just witnessed." What, you look like you just say a ghost?" Blake said " you just...you just...you just caught my liner a second before it touched the ground!" " yeah, I guess I just have killer reflexes" said Blake trying to dismiss the comment. Blake put the liner down on the table and walked out of the room. Kenzie ran after him to say that it was okay. She grabbed his arm."wow, your really hot. Are you feeling okay" "don't touch me!" Blake said as he ripped his arm away from Kenzie and continued out the door way."wow, that was weird. He felt like my straightener set to its highest temp." She then went to her closet and finished packing the rest of her belongings.

title: Liquid Shadow

question: What is the deal Kenzie makes with her mother?

answer: If Kenzie doesn't like their new home, they'll move back and she'll get a new car, but if she does like it, they'll stay and Kenzie will go to a college close to home

question: Who are Kenzie's friends?

answer: Rebecca and Luce

question: What impresses Kenzie about the mover?

answer: He catches her eyeliner before it hits the ground

question: What does Kenzie find odd about the mover?

answer: His skin is very hot

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Kenzie and her friends are talking but Kenzie is distracted by thoughts about her mother. When she gets home, Kenzie's mother tells her that they are moving tomorrow. Kenzie makes a deal with her that if she doesn't like their new home, they'll move back and she'll get a new car, but if she does like it, they'll stay and she'll go to college close to home. Kenzie goes to her room and meets a mover who catches her eyeliner before it hits the ground and whose skin is hot to the touch.


text:
He turned the blade in his hand. It was balanced perfectly from blade to hilt, a blade fit for his birth and station. It had been the only sword he had ever owned and it was as much a part of him as any limb. Born of noble birth and knighted at a young age he has known plenty of battle. The sun was glinting off of his polished black armor as he stared across the battlefield at the perfectly formed battle line of his enemies.   He has been here many times before and as usual he waits on the enemy to make his move.  “Always wait on the enemy to act first” he remembered from his training. Turn weakness to strength, “Wait for his mistake and then you strike” it had served him well so far.

Across the battlefield he could see the enemy king atop his mount. His crown of jeweled ivory was glistening proudly in the morning sunlight. The King’s voice was one that commanded respect and obedience. “FORWARD!”  The king shouted. The front line marched forward, one step, then two.

The enemy line has advanced and the knight’s allies responded. A shout rang down the line, halberds stamped the ground, swords banged against shields and the front line started forward. The battle lines were on a collision course now; it was only a matter of time. The knight lowered his visor and wheeled his destrier to the right and then forward towards the approaching enemy.

A friendly man-at-arms went down first. The enemy knight came out of nowhere, slamming into the poorly armored foot soldier with 1400 lbs. of warhorse.  As the soldier tried to recover the enemy knight caught him clean with the down stroke of his long sword. The blade cut through flesh and bone like bread and butter. The enemy knight raised his sword to the heavens and shouted. It was the last mistake he would ever make. A pole axe took the enemy knight in his rib cage. His armor was thick but it was no match for such a blow. The fully armored white knight fell from his horse, smashing into the ground as his slayer stood over him. One more downswing of the pole axe and the white knight’s world turned black, head and helm rolling along the ground. The man who had vanquished the infamous knight was a mere soldier, in makeshift armor and worn boots. The knight had never glanced twice at the soldier; he had forgotten a very important rule of warfare. Never underestimate your enemy, sharpened steel makes equals of us all.

The knight wheeled his warhorse again, this time to the left and then again toward the enemy. The soldiers were clashing in front of him and created quite a jam for the heavily armored foot soldiers, but his experienced mount maneuvered around them with grace. Finally, the knight saw his chance to strike. An unsupported man-at-arms was looking to get back into the fight but the knight was on him in a flash.  The soldier whirled in just enough time to catch the downswing with his wooden shield. The wood cracked and splintered but the soldier was staggered. The black knight turned his horse and headed back for another attack.  The soldier raised his shield to block another down stroke but the knight feinted and brought the sword low under the shield. The soldier screamed in pain and fell to his knees, his hand being all that saved his entrails from escaping as he collapsed face first into the mud.

The knight wheeled his horse in a circle, checking for any approaching danger. But the enemy had lost track of him. Steel clashed in the distance along with shouts of victory, and moans of agony. When the knight looked up nothing stood between himself and the enemy king. The king stared back at him, cleared his throat, drew his sword, and gave a nod. The knight spurred his horse, the horse charged but the king was ready for him. The king made one small sidestep to the left and buried his bastard sword deep into the flank of the warhorse. The horse went down spilling the knight onto the ground with a loud clang! The knight recovered quickly though with no major damage except to that of his loyal mount. The knight looked down at his horse writhing in the mud. He threw off his helm in anger and shouted. He picked up his sword from the ground and pointed it at the king.  “Oh, did I hurt your mule?” the king scoffed. The knight charged, raising his long sword above his head and bringing it down with all his might. The king parried, side stepped, and counterattacked. It was all the knight could do to protect himself; this king hadn’t spent all of his days in satin sheets and silk robes.  The knight retreated, back, back, back, sidestep. But, the king kept coming, slashing and thrusting. However, the king was starting to slow, his face a ripe shade of pink and the knight saw his moment to seize the advantage. The knight sidestepped a slash and then lunged forward slamming his shoulder into the king. The king lost his grip on his sword and it went flying through the air as he went to the ground. The king tried to stand but the knight slammed his foot onto the king’s chest sending him to the flat of his back. The king stared coldly up at the knight as a maniacal smile formed across his lips. “Well done, ser” said the king. “Checkmate”, said the knight. “Again?” the king asked.  “As always” said the knight as he turned and slowly marched back across the battlefield.

title: The Black Knight

question: What is the knight's name?

answer: His name is never revealed.

question: Why is there a battle?

answer: That information isn't clear, but the knight is fighting an enemy's army.

question: How much of the story depicts violence?

answer: Nearly 75% of the story is depicting violence.

question: Why does the knight say "checkmate"?

answer: It seems that the knight defeated the king.

question: Why does the soldier scream in pain?

answer: He was attacked by the knight.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: A knight is battling the enemy, waiting for them to make their first move. The knight is mostly unstoppable throughout the battle. He finishes the battle by fighting the enemy king. The enemy king tells the knight "well done" after the knight wins their fight.


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KFIM-LP, known on the air as REAL 102.1, is a low-power FM Christian Music radio station located in Carroll, IA. The station is a music intensive format and carries the Today's Christian Music offering from the Salem Radio Network. REAL 102.1 also has local information such as the weather forecast and local events. The station was created by the Carroll Impact Educational Association, a non-profit 501(c)(3). KFIM-LP was first licensed on May 1, 2014.

History

KFIM-LP first signed on the air in July 2015 and was created as a ministry and educational outreach of the idea to Carroll Impact Educational Association, a 501 (c)(3) non-profit organization. start KFIM-LP came when Ron & Karla Cheney met a gentleman who notified them that the FCC was to open a filing window for low-power FM radio stations in late 2013. The couple then met with Wes Treadway, knowing that bringing Christian radio to Carroll, Iowa was a goal Wes had.

Staff

The station is governed by a board of directors which originally consisted of President-Ron Cheney, Treasurer-Marchelle Kots, John McLaughlin, Todd Tidgren and Jeff Grote. Jeff Grote was replaced in 2016 by Marcie Duncan. Wes Treadway, former KCIM Program Director and Morning Announcer, serves as the station's General Manager on a volunteer basis.

title: KFIM-LP

question: How is KFIM-LP known on the air?

answer: REAL 102.1.

question: When was KFIM-LP first signed on the air?

answer: June 2015.

question: What nonprofit was the station associated with?

answer: The Carroll Impact Educational Association.

question: Who was originally on the board of directors?

answer: President-Ron Cheney, Treasurer-Marchelle Kots, John McLaughlin, Todd Tidgren and Jeff Grote.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about KFIM-LP, a Christian radio station in Carroll, Iowa.


text:
_MALOIDES_ is a genus of South Pacific tangled nest spiders containing the single species, _MALOIDES CAVERNICOLA_. It was first described by Norman I. Platnick in 1989,[1] and has only been found in New Zealand.[2]

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[2]

title: Maloides

question: What is Maloides?

answer: Maloides is a genus of South Pacific tangled nest spiders.

question: How many spacies does Maloides contain?

answer: Maloides contains a single spacies.

question: Who was Maloides first described?

answer: Maloides was first described in 1989.

question: Where has Maloides been found?

answer: Maloides has only been found in New Zealand.

question: What is Maloides Covernicola?

answer: Maloides Covernicola is a spacies of the genre Maloides.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Maloides is a genus of South Pacific tangled nest spiders. It contains a single species, Maloides Covernicola. It has only been found in New Zealand.