Top Dog was very happy of course. He had achieved what he so desperately wanted and that was it. No more work required from him. He can rest on his laurels now and let his minions to the work. The Dedes who had supported him sprang into action making the best use of their new power. Someone suggested that a sovereign had the right to mint and issue coins. In an era when images were as rare as hen’s teeth, this used to be the most important propaganda vehicle. The subordinates had to look at the ruler every time they traded. The idea of printing money appealed tremendously to Top Dog, but he is business savvy and had an inkling that in a world of electronic transactions it wouldn’t fly.
“I can tell you what would be much more effective,” said Norman T Newbie, who is eager to earn brownie points. “Print your image and your programme on a coffee mug and all those urban people who dislike you so much will be reminded of you daily.” He even had ordered a sample.
“Good thinking, my man” said Top Dog as he admired his photo. “I promote you to chief-advisor.” (Mugs available at http://zazzle.com/dededesign*)
The other camp was in total shambles. Yesterday Devil found Foxy Lady at the edge of the cabinet. “What are you doing here, my love?” he asked, dragging her away from the abyss. “I don’t know myself anymore” she said depressed.
“What makes you say that?”
“At first I felt so helpless and angry about Top Dog’s speeches that I wanted to push him of his shelf. It was totally against my nature and I felt so bad I had to run away. And now, hearing more speeches, I am angry I didn’t succeed.”
“Don’t worry, most of us would feel the same” said Devil and gave her a big hug.
Devil thought it might be an idea to consult Esta Blished, the fairy godmother. Remember the old lady suffers from Alzheimers and has forgotten how to cast a spell. Back in August she had mumbled some interesting words, that didn’t make sense at the time. In the light of recent events, though, they are perfectly clear. When Devil arrived at her place she was lying on the floor cursing and swearing. He rushed to her aid. Angry and embarrassed about her fall, she pushed him away and screamed “Oh, man, it takes more than one devil to get me on my feet again. Where the heck is my magic wand!”
There is obviously some fighting spirit left in the Esta.