"In last place, is this one..." Spring said indicated the tray on the far left. Chip breathed out. He didn't even know that he'd been holding one in. What did it matter if he wasn't the worst? "In third place," The Admiral walked over to the tray all the way to the right, "This one." Chip almost sighed with relief. His was one of the remaining ones. "Which leaves the second and first place." Chuck the otter was standing up, chest out, ready to declare victory as the tension cut the air. "In the second place," Spring said, pausing for effect, "Is this one." Chip gritted his teeth at the honor of being selected second. Next to him, Chuck's exultation drowned out what the judges were saying. Out of the corner of his eye, Chip could see Sela and Sam, hugging. Sam seemed to have resigned herself to it, but Sela was indignant. The uproar from the crowd quieted. "And now!" The Admiral said, his voice squeaking, just slightly, "The crowd favorite! Please! Everyone come on down and we'll arrange these in order of preference on your cards so we can crown not only who the judges liked best, but who the people like best!"