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And the territory was becoming crowded with many tents and chariots and it became known that additional land could be exchanged for gold coins. In the year of 1989 Bud Truebenbach did lead the council on its quest to expand the domain of the Tribe and did acquire 1.1 acres of land from the district which does provide water and so it was that the Tribe roamed upon 11.1 acres of land upon which no other could pass.

The Council of Wiseones looked about and found that the state of repair was wanting in 1990 and so it was through the labor of leader Laura Polcyn the courts of open air were renewed as in the earlier days. And the members rejoiced with parties of painters who cast upon the fences coats of fresh paint. And teacher Greg Smith invited the best of the junior racket carriers to swing their racquets together at the Regional Training Camp of the mighty United States Tennis Association and the members of the tribe were puffed up with pride at the stature of their young.

And as in the past, a cloud of locusts from the country did invade the dominion of the tribe and carried with them the decree--though shalt fence thy pool or the powers of Pierce shall descend upon these. And so it came to be that the pool was fenced and the plague was removed from the land. Thence sayeth the Wiseones "Our temple is being unduely taxed by the philistines and we must have relief from this oppressive burden." Thus it was that Bart Dalton as leader of the wiseones took up his sword and led the tax assault and did return victorious from the den of inequity known as the assessor of tax. And the tribe made merry, created a place of beauty in the great chariot circle and celebrate in great numbers in great numbers at the tent of Wendy and George of Tall Trees in the year of 1991.

And a great light appeared to the shepherd Greg Smith who oversaw the activities of the club and sayeth he "There is a gift which I will seek which will providers with coins and the temple shall shine as never before seen." And he did venture forth into that dark and mysterious land known as the administration of federally regulated opportunities. During this year of 1992, the leader was Bob Andrew, and the families did number 332.

So it was in 1993 that the good shepherd Greg did reappear bearing gifts of gold coin and low the temple was made to shine so that even the eyes of the elders could hit the yellow balls with clear vision. During this time of recreation in the temple the leader was Suzanne Koenig who quieted the tongues of those that complained of the rain and the closure of their temple. And then the doors opened and the tribe was warm in the courts of the temple even when were greatly chilled and wet.

Then in the year 1994 the Council of the Wiseones led by Elli Falk did see that the room of social times was no longer a place of beauty. And so it was that with great skill fine threads were woven and fitted together until the room was uplifted in the eyes of all who saw. Thence sayeth the wiseones we shall hip-hop to the a thirties party to celebrate our many years of being a tribe together and we shall remember the ways of those who have carried their racquets with great distinction. And a call went out to the land to the 336 families to come and celebrate the good name of the tribe.