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I do love a story with a happy ending.
A wolf that we voted for
Oh rats ... I was trying to have a Brexit-free day.
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The story starts with the wolf being let out of the local zoo by a sleepwalking zookeeper.
As one of the village leaders might say, I think we've all had enough of allegory writers.
Far better to have laws made by the village elders, who can be removed or changed and who any measure are answerable to their electorate; rather than by an unaccountable and unreformable Council of Wolves (abetted by a Council of the Wolves' Union) with five unelected presidents...

Now to huff and puff and blow this house down.
This made me think. But you need a prequel where the villagers voted for the wolf (in sheep's clothing of course) to come to the village. And voted for the shepherd girl to carry on being the shepherd girl.
And no one lived happily ever after - except for the wolf-herdsmen who had let the wolf out in the first place.
And let's not forget that the villages could now have blue books that would let them travel to the next village, instead of maroon ones. And lo, the villages were verily happy even though they could always have had blue ones
Whilst clever writing, this doesn't really make sense as a majority of the villagers wanted the wolf to come in the first place. You've made it look like all the villagers were afraid of the wold, whereas in reality slightly less than half were afraid.

Allegory isn't my strong point.


Long ago the villagers be-leaved naughty wizard F and swallowed his potion eargerly. He promised they would get back to the days of yore and would be able to have their flatbread and eat it too.
It soon became clear that the promised land wizard F had said would come, new chariots from Germania or sparkling ale from the Gauls would only be available by bartering more groats than before. The lords of Normandy had now closed down their strips of land that had provided work and food and a new groat was now worth just two thirds of an old one.
Wizard F's potion had also rendered the minds of those who had be-leaved and swallowed the brown coloured nasty smelling potion he called 'his xenophbie' incapable of logical thought. Their brains became soft and spongy, leaving a void between the ears. An early sympton of this was mob-like behaviour and aggression towards those who hadn't want to take the potion, or those who travelled to lands afar like Gaul and Hispania.
Then the day came and the villagers all cheered and sang tribal tunes danced in circles, whereas the lords and wizard F ran off to their Bergs and counted the gold they had swindled.
After the potion began to wear off, the villagers now saw how the lords had stolen their last sow and therefore there would be no more gammon, or more fish in the sea, slowly it began to snow large snowflakes. The cold winter of Brexit had arrived and the villagers were poorer than ever before, yet blamed everyone else except themsleves for their dire lot.
So endeth the tale.

Greetings from the black forest of Germania.
It took me a while to realise where you were going to. Good story.
We've got an EU flag on the back of our narrowboat.
For the time being, at least.
We've got a St. George's Cross on our front lawn.
For the time being at least.

About time for a second referendum: for English independence from the UK.

Enough is enough.
Why stop there? Why not independence for Wessex or Issex..? Or Frinton even?

I'd be cool with that, but would miss all the doughnuts/donuts.
And when the wolf arrived the villagers were confused, because it was actually a cat, and 48% of the villagers were laughed at and ridiculed forevermore, and life carried on as it had always done. The End (at last).
52% voted for this wolf.

Or rather they voted for some sort of unspecified canid, and the leaflets strongly implied it would be a puppy of some variety.
But they're getting an ugly dog !
Naturally it's all Little Red Riding Hood's fault for sitting on the fence.
I'm afraid that nothing in recent years has disuaded me from my belief that a large percentage of people are gullable and frankly, stupid.
Now funnily enough I have family who live in the next village. Just across the river. According to the mayor of that village, or should I say Monsieur Le Marie, if those villagers were given chance to vote for the Wolf a higher percentage would than those in the village in the story.

But M Le Marie has bigger problems than the Wolf at the moment. A whole bunch of villagers in hi-vis jackets who really dont like M Le Marie and all he stands for. And who really would like to join up with the wolf as well.

You really dont want to know what is happening in the other villages in the area. The Bürgermeister of one village has made a complete mess of everything. Making it up as they go along. Causing complete mayhem. Which the villagers are not allowed to talk about in public. Although they mutter quietly to themselves. And the Sindaco of another village has got themselves in such knots that no one knows what is happening. So pretty much business as usual.

Despite how it might seem to the villagers in the story at the moment Little Blighty on the Down is actually an oasis of normality in a sea of truly scary insanity.

It pays to get out of the village every now and then.
I was in the village on Saturday.

It was busier than usual










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