Boomettes, you find your mascot in a relieved state of mind. At last, the riddle of where to store bones has been solved, and from now on Boomer can sleep soundly at night knowing that his bones are both secure and accessible.
Boomettes, there are many lovely people working at Vale Park, but one of the loveliest is a lady who goes by the name of Ally Sim-card (she’s well connected Boomettes!!).
One day Boomer was mooching about, pacing aimlessly back and forth in the Lorne Street Stand, looking a little lost and forlorn. Ally, who was taking a well-earned coffee-break, approached Boomer, asking what the matter was. Boomer explained to Ally that he needed somewhere to store his bones, somewhere secure but accessible. Your mascot explained to Ally that he was a dog, and as such it was his instinct to bury precious items in safe places, but that every time he tried to bury his bones his plans came unstuck. Nobody seemed to understand the importance of bone-burying, certainly not Steve the Grumpy Groundsman. Boomer had been getting a lot of grief for just following his doggy instincts.
Ally listened, and what’s more Boomettes, she understood. She took Boomer’s paw in her hand and gave it a gentle, supportive squeeze. It meant a lot to Boomer that someone was listening, that someone understood his plight.
Ally then did something wonderful. She informed Boomer that there are places specifically set up to allow people (and mascots) to put things into storage, for the short or long term. Ally explained that Boomer could rent a storage unit on a month-by-month basis, and that he could deposit and retrieve his bones whenever he liked. Boomer’s bones would be accessible and secure!
This sounded so excellent Boomettes. And even better, there was such a storage facility within a mile of Vale Park.
Ally made a phone call and your Boomer set off in search of this storage location, his bones neatly packed into a couple of large suitcases and a rucksack. When your mascot arrived at the storage depot he found it was exactly as Ally had said it would be. Boomer offered his Port Vale Season Ticket as proof of ID and provided a paw-print as a pass-code to his locker. He was shown to his locker and wasted no time in placing his bones inside it. Closing the locker door your mascot felt a weight fall from his shoulders. His bones were safe, his worries were gone, and he could focus all his energies on cheering on the lads who play in black and gold and white. And if he ever needed emergency nutrition, he knew just where to find it.
Boomer walked back from the storage facility towards Vale Park with a spring in his step and joy in his heart. He had been confronted by a challenge and he had overcome it, and he was sure that whatever challenges the mighty Vale would face in the season ahead, that the Valiants too would rise to the occasion and find successful solutions.
Securing his bones felt like securing three points. Boomer felt joyous, elated, victorious.
Stay loyal Boomettes.