The Story Of The Little Red President
By HEM
A Little Red President lived on a Farm called "Europeia". He spent almost all of his time going around the Farm in a picketty fashion, trying to improve life for everyone. Sometimes he planted seeds for crops, sometimes he pulled weeds out of the dirt, sometimes he made sure everyone had enough food.
He dearly loved the Farm and his fellow barn animals. He enjoyed the magic of seeing a group of people come together and build an active, social, fun farm. Nothing made him prouder than seeing all of his fellow citizens together having a good time.
A Horse usually napped lazily in the Spam Zone, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And as for the Pig who lived in #eurochat—he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and remain idle.
One day the Little Red President realized that so much more could be accomplished if he had some help. After mulling around the farm and thinking about it, he decided that he would appoint some assistants. A Cabinet, he would call them.
So he thought of the Pig—upon whom time must hang heavily and of the Horse who had nothing to do, and of the great fat Rat with his idle hours, and he called loudly:
“I need some assistants! Who wants to help me build this farm??”
Initially nobody stirred.
“Come on friends, we need to keep this farm together for people to enjoy!” The Little Red President yelled again.
Slowly, a few bodies came shuffling forward.
“Excellent!” The Little Red President said.
He pointed at the Horse, “You will be Minister of Fun!”
The Horse nodded, proud of his new title.
“You will be Minister of Responsibilities!” The Little Red President said to the Pig.
The Pig looked proud, and began walking around with a distinct strut.
“You will be Minister of Excitement,” The Little Red President told the Rat.
And the Little Red President sent them on their way, with a promise that they would help him build a farm that everyone could enjoy.
The Little Red President resumed his current tasks, and while he got occasionally distracted by more important matters, he mostly remained focused on the farm.
Then one day not long after, the Horse came to the President.
“I’m afraid I stubbed my toe when trotting around the barnyard today!” the Horse told the Little Red President.
“I’m sorry to hear that!” The Little Red President exclaimed.
“Yes, yes,” The Horse said contemplatively. “I’m afraid I will have to resign my position.”
“Resign?” The Little Red President said. “Surely you might consider continuing after taking a few days to nurse your toe!”
“No, No,” The Horse responded deliberatively. “I’m afraid I cannot.”
“Very well then,” The Little Red President responded. “I wish you the best.”
A few hours went by, and the Little Red President resumed his review of the grounds. He walked past a field where he saw some animals playing. He smiled, he loved the sight of his friends having a good time.
Then in the distance, he saw the Horse. The Horse was galloping down the Spam Zone fields, seemingly without a care in the world. He was making joyful noises as he played with his fellow animals.
I thought he had a toe that was hurt beyond repair, the Little Red President thought to himself.
Before he could think another thought, however, the Little Red President was interrupted by none other than the Pig.
“I’m afraid my voice has gone hoarse while yelling during the games today,” the Pig told the Little Red President.
“I’m sorry to hear that!” The Little Red President exclaimed.
“Yes, yes.” The Pig said contemplatively. “I’m afraid I will have to resign my position.”
“Resign?” The Little Red President said. “Surely you might consider continuing after taking a few days to nurse your voice!”
“No, no,” The Pig responded deliberatively. “I’m afraid I cannot.”
“Very well then,” The Little Red President responded. “I wish you the best.”
A few hours went by and the Little Red President was inspecting the facilities in the #eurochat barn. He was making sure that the foundations were secure and that there was a fresh coat of paint on the south side when he heard a noise.
Peering into the barn he saw The Pig, shouting excitedly with his friends. He was engaged in a heated debate, where the Pig’s crystal clear voice pierced the air at a frequency above everyone else’s.
I thought he had a voice that was hurt beyond repair, The Little Red President thought to himself.
Before he could think another thought, however, the Little Red President was interrupted by none other than the Rat.
“I’m afraid my tail was injured while hanging out in the Republic Square chicken coop,” the Rat told the Little Red President.
“I’m sorry to hear that!” The Little Red President exclaimed.
“Yes, yes,” the Rat said contemplatively. “I’m afraid I’ll have to resign my position.”
“Resign?” The Little Red President said. “Surely you might consider continuing after taking a few days to nurse your tail.”
“No, no,” the Rat responded deliberatively. “I’m afraid I cannot.”
“Very well then,” The Little Red President responded. “I wish you the best.”
A few hours went by and the Little Red President was finally heading to bed when he found himself surrounded by a crowd of his friends.
“Why has the farm been so quiet?” a crowd of horses, rats, cows, and pigs demanded. “Why hasn’t the barn been painted? Why are the fences in desperate need of repair? Why aren’t the other farms showing us the respect we deserve?”
“I’m sorry,” The Little Red President said. “I’ll try to take care of it tomorrow!”
“You better!” The crowd said. And off in the distance, the Little Red President saw the Rat, the Horse, and the Pig playing scrambling off to the #eurochat barn where they would play games that involved yelling, running, and hanging from one’s tail.
