Wily

Sneaky Pecore the Weasel plays political games until shadow puppets dance on fabric walls for petty amusement. When wrangling for more he can't ignore the power of crisis to vault him up as savior once through diminishing his rivals. If news runs slow, fear must be promulgated by self-inflicted wounds to galvanize matters along a spectral line. Once contemplated as manipulation, he'll parade his family to garner sympathetic sighs seeking humanity. Only when confronted does his luster tarnish behind arrogant grunts hoping to motivate retreat or surrender. The day runs short for Sneaky Pecore's ways as people demand more than dramatic posturing for points. So he calls upon fellow rodents of the globe to clamp a suffocating lid on the wills of those deemed inferior. Until such machinations drift on currents of indignance, I shall always remember that once credibility gets tainted all words from liars disappear.