"Hah, miracles, I believe!" As if God Himself took pity upon his frustrated good deed, and resolved to provide the rest, like Samson. He wondered what the source of his newfound strength was, before deciding not to. He was not vulgar enough to look a gift miracle in the mouth.

"Let's away, haha!" Enjoying this far too much, Ted trot out the Cup from The Bay, very grateful that the cavern was high enough. It was not yet evening, and Ted got many strange looks as he hoisted the Chalice the necessary distance. A very colorful ant with a very curious prize. Somehow he just knew he would make it there without, say, accidentally spilling it and crushing the innocent.

In a time almost too short to properly enjoy, he makes it to a wide open space in the park. The crowds dutifully part, amazed at what they saw, as Ted takes the opportunity to plant the Chalice in its proper, or at least better, home.

The crowd felt the vague yet sure intimations of a great work well done, like the labors of Hercules, and clapped dutifully. Ted suddenly became shy, feeling this surge of honor not entirely appropriate for him. If this were a performance, he felt as though he should be the stage magician, disappearing as suddenly as he came. Before he did, he posed a question of contentment.

"Hah, hah...will this do?"