“Because the balls will be wasted on you,” Amanda replied candidly.

Provoked by her words, Cooper maintained an emotionless expression as he took the balls from Sally's hands. “Just you wait. I'll win that stuffed bunny for you.”

When it was his turn, Cooper stood outside the yellow line and made his shot. The ball subsequently went through the hoop.

“Wow, Uncle Cooper, you're pretty good!” Amanda cheered for him.

“It's just shooting hoops. No big deal.” Cooper adjusted his spectacles before throwing another ball. Unfortunately, the ball hit the rim and fell onto the ground this time.

Out of six balls, Cooper only managed to score twice.

In order to win the stuffed bunny, one had to score all six hoops, with none of the balls going into the same one.

Amanda shook her head with a sigh. “Uncle Cooper, you're such a disappointment.”

Cooper was rendered speechless.


When it was finally Sally's turn, she deftly put all six balls through their designated holes.

Waving her arms in the air, Amanda cheered, “Hurray! You're amazing, Aunt Sally!”

Sally responded with a slight smile as she handed the stuffed toy she received from the staff to Amanda. After that, she asked the staff, “Is this all there is to win?”

“There's still Gelatoni, a Valentine's Day edition of StellaLou, and a keychain,” the staff replied.

Although there were plenty of other tourists playing the game, the small hoops and the requirement to score all six times made it difficult for anyone to win.

“Aunt Sally, I want Gelatoni!” Amanda gave Sally's hand a tug, her face brimming with excitement. “I also want the Valentine's Day edition of StellaLou too!”

After instructing Cooper to purchase more balls, Amanda hurriedly joined the queue in Sally's place.

Meanwhile, when the other tourists heard that a Valentine's Day edition of StellaLou was available, they, too, queued to play.

A young man, who was right in front of Amanda in the queue, did well by having scored five consecutive shots.

Amanda pulled Sally toward her and asked anxiously, “Aunt Sally, am I going to miss out on the Valentine's Day edition of StellaLou?”

“Don't worry,” Sally replied. “He will miss the final shot.”

The youth was about to shoot when he overheard Sally's words. He immediately turned around and glared at her. Sally reciprocated with an equally frosty look.

Feeling a chill run down his spine, the youth quickly turned away.

Just as Sally predicted, he missed.

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