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Topic: SLIP OF THE TONGUE (01/26/17)
- TITLE: The Jolly Good Fellow
By Francy Judge
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As a young cub, I never considered serving as a politician. I knew the prejudice against our species, but times have changed with all the new markets opening up in town. Wolves shop with rabbits; grizzly bears meander along the fruit stands and chat with deer about their favorite berries; bobcats help squirrels carries their acorns home. Yes, times have changed.
Maybe I was a bit too confident after watching the news. Crowds cheered my name: “B. B. Wolf for Mayor! He’s friend to the great and small; B. B. Wolf, he’s our man…if he can’t lead us, no one can!” I decided to organize a parade to greet my supporters in person. School bands marched and played “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” as I waved to the townsfolk. The news team set up a stage decorated with red, white, and blue balloons and planned to interview me and let me answer a few questions from the crowd. Adrenaline raced through my body, and I couldn’t wait to speak. I even back flipped onto the stage. The crowd burst with applause, and I bowed.
“Thank you. Thank you. I am so glad to be here with all of you, and look forward to leading you as the next mayor…that is if you all get out to vote for me.”
The crowd chanted: “B. B. Wolf! B. B. Wolf!”
I bowed and took the microphone. A news reporter who I hadn’t seen before climbed the steps. He offered his hoof to shake. “Nice to meet you. This is an exciting time for Woodland. Tell us what changes you would like to make if voted into office.”
“I would love to help the young people in our society get a better education, fill more jobs, and improve our environment.”
After the first question, I began to sweat…and salivate. I thought I could control my instincts, but Mr. Boar smelled like my favorite smell. My eyes began to water and blurred my vision. He reminded me of my last chase before I gave up hunting. Mmm.
“Mr. Wolf? Did you hear the question? How do you plan to achieve your goals?”
“Well, I plan on hunting for the best bacon, I mean advisors to umm feed me I mean give me input and meat with me daily to taste the best…ideas. Is anyone else hungry?”
I didn’t know why the crowd was so quiet after I answered the question. Mr. Boar’s eyes looked larger than they did when he first greeted me. He also looked very round and juicy. I decided to break the silence and remind everyone this was a party, and we had a feast to celebrate. So I held the microphone up to my mouth, smiled as wide as I could, and said, “Come on, let’s all eat bacon!”
The crowd wasn’t quiet anymore. Mr. Boar screamed and skittered off the stage. All my supporters dispersed, running every which way and yelling, “He’s gonna eat us!”
I didn’t mean to say bacon, but it was on my mind so much I was drooling. I could smell swirls of roasting, smoky, Canadian…then the word just spilled out.
No, I didn’t mean to say it, but I did. I could have been the Honorable B. B. Wolf, Mayor of Woodland. Some may call it fate. One slip of the tongue has regressed my reputation back to the Big, the Bad, the Mean Wolf of Woodland. So if you happen to be of the pork variety, my favorite friend, watch out!
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