Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Rumors circulated all around the English Premiere Estates, proclaiming Lily White was entangled with the tricky trees, spreading relegation fears, the Peacock put down the tabloid newspaper.

“Better her than me,” Kia Ford, the United West Ham stood grounded, defending her All-American theatrical social status.

“But Kia Ford,” the Peacock responded, “the Paramount mountains.”

“You should set your standards higher than the paramount mountains below, look at where all those other Peacocks, are now.”

“Not entangled with the tricky trees anymore,” the Peacock honestly interpreted.

Taking a moment, pondering a plan, “you know? When we visit Aston and his villa today, I will put on my innocent image ensemble and look like Lily White.”

“While Lily White is entangled with the tricky trees?” Impressed the Peacock listened, accepting the strategy.

“Yes,” Kia Ford clarified.

A few hours passed, and Kia Ford spent the time getting ready, prepared, soon making an appearance at Aston Villa’s open house. “If Lilly White is an entanglement with the tricky trees,” Kia Ford explained inner thoughts, “then no matter, our results today,”

“We are just browsing,” the Peacock finished.

“Correct,” Kia Ford agreed, using a clenching fist, tactic, requesting weekend party entrance.

“Kia Ford,” Aston wearing salesman attire, answered the call.

“Are you imitating me?” Kia Ford responded, noting similar uniform schemes.

“We have nice goals here,” Aston smirked luring the colonist go getter, “and we are not headed towards the demotion zone.”

“Funny,” the Peacock sarcastically gestured, pushing through the entry.

Three years Aston spent under the topflight radar and upon return, planned reconstruction projects were signed off as finished, and the completed development screamed, “future champion home”.

Proceeding along, invading the gathering area, Kia Ford started laughing, “is something funny?” Wondered, the Peacock.

“Check out the Leprechaun,”

“Oh, yeah Kia Ford, he wants to get lucky,” the Peacock warned.

“I am McGinn,” the stranger greeted, “son of Fionn”

“Fionn was your father?” Kia Ford curiosity investigated.

“No, mother,” McGinn clarified, “she always told me to be fair to those wearing untouched colors.”

“Did she really? McGinn,” Kia Ford reacted, “is that truly a goal?”

Smiling McGinn presented an invisible toast gesture, “that is why there is a golden pot treasure over there, acknowledges you have a goal, today,” Kia Ford concluded, stepping away.

When the two separated, the first forty-five minutes timed out allowing the second stanza, the stage opportunity where Ollie emerged.

“Ollie,” Kia Ford screamed, remembering him as a ruler of the army.

“Wat?” Ollie adjusted his hearing aid.

Crossing her arms, “little Walter,” Kia Ford continued addressing the military unit.

“Wat?”

“You came here Ollie and got a goal today? Didn’t you?”

“Wat?”

Realizing Aston and his Villas had two major goal contenders, Villa Park now had a successful setting; convincing Kia Ford ‘summon the Peacock’ and accept, the departure reality. Strolling back, the star-spangled banner character accompanied by her colorful promotional detail discussed matters.

“Aston truly had two goals with his Villa,”

“But Lilly White, I hear, was defeated, dropping their guard letting Nottingham Forest’s securely plant roots, a showing goals extravaganza,” the Peacock reported.

Stepping up the incline to the flat Kia Ford surmised, “our target now is Lily White, and I am a hammer girl so,”

“Goals in the end should go your way?” Peacock feathers flaunted quietly finding out Lily White sacked Igor.

Affirmatively shaking her head, “oh about your Peacock cousins,” Kia Ford reminded, watching the tempting teasing fowl search out the cupboard, discovering FA Cups for another entertaining gimmick.