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The day was warm. The sun shown golden in the sky. The car gods spoke and thus they decreed; We bestow upon the humble Pohlcat the gift of Pontiac. The birds sang. The angels gathered. And firebirds came from their hiding places to be rescued and restored. And in a tempered voice i replied " Thus i have been chosen. Thus they will be saved."