Poodle Backpack

 For Hannah's birthday, we all wanted to go to Classic Skating.  Turns out they close at nine on week days, so we got in free for the last 15 minutes.  Plan B: Nickel City!  We ran around like children playing all sorts of games.  The night was winding down as we counted up our tickets to be around 1,300.  That's when Hannah spotted the poodle backpack and her heart was set on that special birthday prize.  Poodle: 1,400 tickets.  100 tickets short.  5 minutes until we had to cash in.  4 gamers.  1 dollar left in nickels.  It was go time.  Frantically we split up to our most successful games to win the most tickets in the least amount of time, for that poodle backpack would be ours by the stroke of eleven if we had anything to say about it.  After there was no more time to spare and all the nickels spent, we held our breath for a final tally and . . . WE DID IT!  At the prize counter we made our request.  The man gave us a questioning look as he complied.  Soon enough, we had our reward and some complimentary Frooties from our extra tickets.  Oh the sweet taste of victory.  What triumph!