Letting The Plant Grow
“They were really rushing fall,” the first lady thought while finishing her steak inside the desert themed restaurant called Ajaaweed. Soon it would be Christmas and all through the house there would be colorful decorations making the rural state powers that be home into a winter wonderland.
“I am really getting ready for a change,” her assistant told the leader while they peered over the picturesque scenery that was a gift to those of privilege. “Check out what I just bought,” the young note taker continued, “it’s this one-piece ensemble, a real nice uni,”
“I think I saw something like that when I was shopping at Maxfield while traveling in California.” The First Lady replied seeing the seductive lure to the outfit.
When all was said and done with the meal the two made their way passed a Hawaiian band playing Hannalie Moon, “you know I danced with my husband to that song when we were on our honeymoon.”
“The Gouvernuer?” the assistant inquired using the playful style in which her boss referred to the individual running the state.
“Yes, I love Morris or Gouvernuer Morris from the great Empire State,” the First Lady reflected through the conversation. “When we took our vows, I told him I would be by your side for better or worse.”
“I did not know the governuer was a gambler?”
Not really hearing the comment the First Lady pulled out the valet ticket, “well it was really nice to talk to you Julie and do you need a few dollars for a cab?”
“No,” Julie replied, “my car is right behind yours.”
A few days later the First Lady was in her room that she nicknamed “The Vasilika” and while having a cup of tea she turned on the television. And what appeared on the large movie like screen was a news segment called “Julie’s Fox Trot”.
“Welcome to Rural News Today, Julie,” the audio told the First Lady, “well I am glad to be here and my first report will be about Breeder’s Future here in rural America and check out this outfit that I picked up at the boutique right next to that nice little restaurant Ajaaweed on Main Street.”
As the male anchor eyes bulged his female companion made sure she said something, “well that would make any Aggie want to breed,” was the off-script comment.
Slowly standing up the First Lady stepped out of the room she called ‘the Vasilika’ and yelled, “Oh Gouvernuer, I need to talk to you.”
A few seconds passed and a small man appeared with peanuts in one hand and jelly beans in the other, “you want some?”
“No,” the first lady retorted, “my little assistant decided to extend her crops over the property line.”
“You mean she got that job on Rural News Today!” Morris sounded excited.
“You mean you know!” The First Lady was turning red as a turnip.
“Yeah, I thought it would be great that we farmed out our talent to others,” he took a peanut then a jellybean.
Returning to the royal private place that she called “the Vasilika” the First Lady slammed the door and monitored Julie finishing her report, “it is now illegal to plant seeds without the intention to tend to the crops, and this action will be enforceable by the local police.”
At that moment sitting on the couch the First Lady realized that Julie was only a plant that wanted to grow and blossom into something bigger. And thinking about this the First Lady realized the purpose of a governmental intern was to allow their ideas to bloom making the world a lovely garden filled with beautiful greener pastures.
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