We all stood as the judge entered the chambers. The judge was in his 70s and a little hunched over. He had a full head of white hair. His craggy face bore a permanent scowl. Max whispered to me, “That’s Judge Wilson, a real ‘good ole’ boy’ who was raised in the country.” “Jeez”, I thought, I’m glad I‘m not arguing in front of this guy.”
Max leaned over to me, “Dave, you’ve done all the research; I’m going to let you argue this.” After recovering from the shock, I protested, “But Max, I’ve never argued in court.” Max chuckled: “I guess you’ll learn. And by the way Dave, I don’t think your arguments are going to fly.” “Great”, I thought, “not only am I a novice, now I’m being told I have a bad case.”
Indeed, aside from my lack of experience, I had a bigger hurdle. I represented the County and was arguing that cock-fighting was illegal, despite the fact that it had been going on openly in our town for over 100 years. The County was fairly urban, but there was a substantial rural and agricultural population, and cock-fighting was a way of life. The key to my position was that cock-fighting violated the laws prohibiting cruelty to animals.
After making my arguments and citing all the applicable cases, the opposition offered its self-assured rebuttal: “Judge, we been doin’ this a long time and nobody ever stopped us. It ain’t cruel, it’s a sport.”
After the last arguments were made, Judge Wilson looked at the court file for a few minutes and stood up. He looked at me and said, “That dog won’t hunt.”________
I wrote this for the Week 85 Trifecta Writing Challenge where we are to write 33-333 words using the word “fly” in the context of something moving or passing.
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