investandprosper
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It was a fine summer day on Maui, temperature around 82 degrees, sunny with just enough cloud cover to make it pleasant. The residents of this small island went about their day as usual. The wives were roasting pigs in the imu, the young warriors were hollowing out canoes from the great Koa, and the ancient mother of the tribe was busying herself sewing together rare feathers for the chief's ceremonial cloak. About this time, at 12:30pm, the USPS delivery truck rumbled down Kaikai street. The driver paused for a brief moment outside hovel number 16, and then rocked and swayed down the road continuing on his business. It is said that the occupant of that hovel, a young man in his late twenties of strong stature and rough cut features, ventured out with spear in hand to check the day's spoils from the Mail Chief. According to the tale, that's when it happened.
There was a massive explosion, sending shockwaves of destruction across the valley and up the mountain of Haleakala. Trees were uprooted and placed unnaturally on the edge of cliffs, wild pigs cooked where they stood (kalua of course), and what native peoples failed to dive into the ocean and swim for Moloka'i were swallowed up in the mayhem. Save, for the occupant of hovel 16 on Kaikai street. The area in which he stood, his hovel included, lay untouched. In the package which caused the destruction, he found the finest cigars he had ever seen, along with a scrawl in an ancient and undiscovered hand. It read, "WKOTI".
There was a massive explosion, sending shockwaves of destruction across the valley and up the mountain of Haleakala. Trees were uprooted and placed unnaturally on the edge of cliffs, wild pigs cooked where they stood (kalua of course), and what native peoples failed to dive into the ocean and swim for Moloka'i were swallowed up in the mayhem. Save, for the occupant of hovel 16 on Kaikai street. The area in which he stood, his hovel included, lay untouched. In the package which caused the destruction, he found the finest cigars he had ever seen, along with a scrawl in an ancient and undiscovered hand. It read, "WKOTI".
