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Oops, I left out yesterday’s post. It wasn’t important. It was just, that Mouse got concerned about our 5th anniverary because the Dedes seemed to be more divided than ever before. Detail wanted to push on with her questions to Witch first and then deal with the anniversary. So here is the fourth question: “If there is one thing you could eradicate from the world, what would it be?”

We got a lot of responses from our Instagram readers, but let’s jump straight to Witch’s answer:

“I changed my mind about this one” said Witch, and allowed everyone a quick look into her crystal ball. “Last time I said racism. But now I say we have to eradicate the root of all evil, the narcissists. The ones who believe they are superior to others and the world owes them. These narcissists prey on the vulnerable with promises of riches and power, sow hatred and divide society into good and bad according to their own worldview.”

Then she explained there are not that many true narcissists around. Sadly you can’t argue with them, they will never budge and would rather take the whole world down than admit they were wrong. As for the rest of us we simply have to learn to talk eye-to-eye again. Respect for one another goes a very long way to heal the rift.

Looking at the instagram responses, it appears that yes, taking advantage of an imbalance of power seems to be the gist of it.



“I can’t get my head around people putting profit over humanity and the environment” said Witch.

This was her answer three years ago and it still is. Now she wonders whether invalidating facts is the feel-good pill for greed. Top Dog goes round like a petulant four-year-old proclaiming Global Warming is a hoax. How can he have the expertise when scientists have spent their lifetime researching?


Chance’s comment made Witch hot under her collar. “I stick to my values, even if I have to burn at the stake.”

“Let’s see if this is true” said Detail, who is currently re-reading five years of Dede blog for their upcoming anniversary. Yesterday she came across the five questions Devil had ask Witch when they were playing tag-a-Dede in 2013. “I will ask you these questions one-by-one again and let the readers know tomorrow what your answer was,” suggested Detail.

“I know what I’ve said,” replied Witch confidently. “I am more interested in what our readers answer to these questions. So please shoot!”
“Q1: What is your pet hate?”

Chance didn’t get a chance to clarify what she meant yesterday.


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*)


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.


Unexpectedly and virtually overnight the Dedes got a new motto: “Fake it and you make it!” Despite all our best efforts, Top Dog came out trump.

“Does this mean you would go as far as rigging an election?” asked the stunned artist. (All the Dedes are speechless and curled up in the corner).

“No, no that would be so third world country and too easy to uncover. No, I am much more cunning than that. I rigged the polls before the elections. That is a little trick I learned from my Brexit friends!”

“How is this suppose to work?”
“The media loves me and I could create a very close race. I made sure I was level-heading, but never take the lead. Fall back and catch up again. Just enough for the other party to feel confident. But only so little that it was clear to every last marginal supporter of my camp that their vote counts, that they are needed. Everybody wants to be needed. That, my dear artist, is how you mobilise the masses.”

Top Dog was exhausted but delighted. He had achieved what he so desperately wanted. For an unguarded brief moment he let his hair down and the followers got a glimpse of what he really looks like without his wig.



“Good night for now and sleep well, my friends in Dedeland!”


Alien is shown as our profile pic on Instagram. The Dedes believe it is quite a cute picture and very welcoming. Yesterday it disappeared miraculously. Turns out Alien had a problem with his visa. He is a bit slack. Anyway as he is the Dedes’ heraldic animal, he was pressured to sort it out asap. Which he did and sure enough he is back today. I have never told you that he also coind the Dedes’ motto: “I smile largely because I have no clue what’s going on”


Good on you Alien!



Alley Cat was still watching the little wooden cat running into the sunset, when suddenly Bobby, the policeman, jumped out of nowhere and threw her to the ground. “I am arresting you on suspicion of criminal intent” he shouted. Alley Cat was scared stiff. Her first thought was “Thank God, there are no guns in Dedeland. If there were, I would be dead. Seven lives and all!” Only afterwards did she wonder what she must have done to deserve this treatment.

This incident raised new questions. While Alley Cat was still counting her blessed seven lives, one of our readers asked “shouldn’t she have nine?” And true, this is one of the riddles I couldn’t solve so far. In Germany where I come from cats have only seven lives, while in English speaking countries they have nine. What have the German cats done that they are shortchanged by two lives. Can anyone explain this to me, please? The next question of course, should Alley Cat have only seven lives, because she was created by a German or should she have nine lives, as she was created in New Zealand? What a conundrum.


“Oh no, Foxy Lady needs professional help” cried Monkey. “We don’t have a psychiatrist or psychologist amongst the Dedes!”

“We could ask the artist to make one” suggested Benevolent King. This idea didn’t fly with Monkey. Who knows what the outcome will be, but he didn’t air this concern, instead he  said: “knowing her speed it will take six months before it is done.”

“Isn’t that the normal wait for an appointment?” asked Benevolent King.

“But Foxy Lady needs help NOW! I don’t dare to imagine what will happen when she has to wait that long.”


“Hang on,”  said Monkey, who had just arrived at the scene. ” Did you say, you disappeared? We thought you had been taken hostage!”

“That was the idea” admitted Foxy Lady. “I wanted to frame Top Dog and hoped he would be put away. He has done so much damage to the Dedeworld”

“You are crazy!” Monkey shook his head in disbelieve. “Do you know what you did to us? We thought you were dead!”

“Sometimes I think it would be better if I was,” replied Foxy Lady despondently.

“Don’t say such things” Benevolent King cut in on the conversation. “I really believe you would benefit from professional help!”


Foxy Lady hung her head and mumbled “you can’t reason with Top Dog.”

“We all know that,” said Benevolent King, “he just makes up stories as he pleases. It is easiest just to ignore.”

“I couldn’t do it any longer. With his verbal diarrhoea he pushed me until I had to push back” she confessed now. “It was the final straw and I am not proud of it. Hence my disappearance.”