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It took days of experimenting to get comfortable with the power, to get any idea of what it was and what the limits were.

Using neighborhood animals Mickey found that the
powers lasted longer in things of greater body mass. Big dogs lasted longer than
the small ones.

It wasn’t just flying that he could endow, but
strength and near invulnerability. If he could invest any other powers in someone or something he didn’t
know about it yet.

At one point he tried to give a dog the power of speech, but it didn’t work. The closest he got was Mrs. Blanchett’s Chihuahua next door almost saying “Taco.” But he wasn’t sure if it really said it, or it was just funny to think about.

There had been a Saturday afternoon that he spent most of looking at himself in the mirror. Try as he might he couldn’t give himself any powers.

That sucked.

But whatever is, well, that’s what is and that’s all there is to it.

That same Saturday night the family had piled into the car again and gone to see another baseball game.

No one would ever see a game like that one again.

Mickey had a bit of fun, but felt guilty later. To have such a gift and use it for pranks.

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

But you should see a Center Fielder jump 12 feet in the air to catch a ball that should have been a home run. It is amazing how fast the cheering stopped and the silence set in.

He didn’t like that stunned silence very much. It made him feel like he had when they found out who ate the last piece of Boston Cream Pie.

Now he was going to have to find a way to use this power for the good of all man. That’s why you got a superpower.

He had no idea how important his power was, and what his role in one of the great moments of human history was going to be.

Right now, he just wanted ice cream.