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The Creatures had gathered at the usual place
    to hear what the candidates would say.
It was time to embrace who would make their best case
    and so be declared Boss for the day.

They shifted their feet and pawed at the ground
    as the excitement could be cut with a knife.
They were hanging around to hear them expound
    on who would make better their life.

The contest was close between a Pig and a Horse
    as others had dropped from the race.
Except a poor Duck who had run out of luck
    and vanished without leaving a trace.

This was a great pity as many would state
    since the Duck had been their first choice.
He had promised them straight to carry his weight
    and to give angry voters a voice.

The Creatures were tired of what had transpired
    when a Skunk had been elected to lead.
It was strongly desired that the Skunk should retire
    when he was charged with selling their feed.

So they bided their time to await the debate
    by deriding those not of their view.
On how their own State would suffer a fate
    should the other one win by a few.

Some liked the Pig who was clever and smart
    as it promised to quickly proceed
        with a plan from the heart and how it would start
            to fulfill all their wants and their needs.

Some liked the Horse who was majestic and brash
    and promised to live within means.
Not being too rash in spending their cash
    where everyone worked for their greens.

The candidates arrived and were soundly greeted
    by an ovation of cheers and applause.
The arguments less heated as the Creatures were seated
    and they stopped banging their hoofs and their paws.

The Pig would go first as the Horse had been late
    by a very strange turn of events.
He had been forced to wait when locked in a gate
    by someone with no common sense.

          'I'm a humble Pig and freely admit
              to the fault of caring too much.
          But I would be a good fit and I'm here to commit
              to govern with the lightest of touch.'

          'Some say you must work by the sweat of your brow
               to gather and hunt for the day.
           But I tell you right now... not even a Cow
               will be forced into pasture to graze.'

          'For the State will provide all that you need
               no matter what the future may toss.
           And you'll find that my breed is up to the deed
               to be elected to serve as your Boss.'

The audience cheered at the thought of such gain
    where work would no longer be done.
And to put away strain when all would attain
    a lifestyle to bask in the sun.

The Pig sat down as the Horse rose to its feet
    to challenge the Pig on its words.
It would not be discreet if it hoped to compete
    with all the silly things it had just heard.

          'I appeal to those who are of sound mind   
              and understand the value of strife.
          That our daily grind is far more aligned
              with how a Creature should live out their life.'

          'Nothing of value can be given by some
               where the cost will no longer be shared.
           A time will come when you have nothing but crumbs
               and the Pig will no longer care.'

          'You will have grown lazy and lost all your skill
               and given your freedoms away.
           So you vote in one hour and if you give the Pig power,
               you'll get more than a Boss for a day.'

The Creatures were quiet as they pondered the thought
    that the Horse had so strongly made.
And they carefully sought not to be caught
    by the ease that the Pig had conveyed.

The vote was taken and no Creature was stunned
    by a result that any fool could see.
The Horse was shunned as the Pig had won...
    so who doesn't love something for free?

                              The End


*For anyone interested, I will be posting my web cartoon, 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage every second day or so.
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