Whomever is reading this may not be a male ages 4-12 between the years 1977 and 1983, but those that were know this one fact to be true: everyone had or wanted Star Wars toys during those years. Between those years, if someone would have offered me my own island nation, rich in natural resources and cheese, or a Darth Vader carrying case chock full of Star Wars figures named after the shapes of their respective heads, well I'd take the case. That said, everyone owned Star Wars figures in my neighborhood. From the rich kid that everyone hated, but played with anyway since he had the best stuff, to the bullies across the street with the chewed on figures, everyone loved Star Wars. There were huge gatherings in our neighborhoods were people would bring their toys to play. This way, the armies of the rebellion and empire would be best represented by multiple vehicles (yes, dividing them back up at the end of the day would frequently get you someone else's X-wing). One particular day, around 1981 or so, myself and a couple of the other kids in the neighborhood were playing in a dirty ditch, causing landslides to cover our heroes, and causing further setbacks to the rebellion as a whole. This other kid named Lee, I think, showed up, showing off his newest figure: Yoda. [image=http://rogue-collection.50megs.com/wallpapers/figwalls/ESBfig-Yoda.jpg] We all drooled over it, admiring the 'real feel' cloth and beautiful orange snake Yoda wore around his neck for a bit of spice. I immediately offered a trade: Greedo and an X-wing Luke. No dice. But I was crafty. Crafty and evil on this particular day. As we were playing, as soon as Lee turned his attention elsewere, I buried his Yoda in a landslide of dirt. I speculated that we would all say it was lost, and I would remember it's exact location, and much like Blackbeard, uncover my treasure later. We lost figures constantly, so I didn't suspect that anyone would be suspicious of losing tiny little Yoda. After a while, we all left, upset that the lone neighborhood Yoda had been lost. I came back the next day, relying on my memory to find where "X" marked. I dug all over, but couldn't find Yoda anywhere. My plan wasn't working! I think I dug in that ditch for two weeks, through the heat and the rain, and never found Yoda. As for Lee, he must have thrown quite a tantrum at home, because within a few days, he already had a replacement Yoda. I think he knew that one of us had probably snuck it away for our own, but he never said anything, he just stole a few stormtroopers back for payment. As for the poor Yoda toy, I did end up finding it. Two months later. In a dog's mouth. In retrospect, I suppose it was karma that kept me from Yoda. The cosmos can be a harsh mistress for those who have it coming. That's the real lesson here. Don't mess with the cosmos.