Story #20: Cave Politics

The boys would come over to my cave and deliver their speeches. Every morning, they’d try to impress me with their grandiloquent pictures. They’d make the usual few uggs about how their speech would win everyone over. If they were on the pro-club side, it would look something like this:


The pro-club side would gloat. Then the anti-club side would make their argument.


The anti-club party sure used guile. Once (it was scandalous) they even crossed out the pro-club side’s painting. The pro-club side is trying quite hard to be grandiose, but, sadly, failing. The anti-club side also encourages changing our guise to that of an animal to fool it.  I say they’re just gluttons for punishment. My side? Well, I’m on pro, because with no club, you could have a harrowing experience with a wooly mammoth. There’s no official count of the winner, but to me it’s obvious; most people on anti-club are dead after a day or two out of the cave! Well, all these harangues at my place are tiring. I’m going to go take a nap in my rockbed.



About queenofokay

I'm Isabelle. I'm in 9th grade and go to school at Oak Hill School in Oregon. I love books and food. (And Doctor Who!) I fan-fic as Space Gandalf on Teaspoon ( I also love branding website Brand New, and magazine Mental_Floss. Music - The Talking Heads, Phoenix, Bombay Bicycle Club, .

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