The representatives met in the capital, bringing with them the dreams and troubles of their constituents. Each, as custom demanded, wrote a single word on the provided paper and dropped it in the jar. The president was then to extract one of the slips. The word chosen would set the tone for governmental policy over the coming year.
Silence was demanded except for the scratches of sixty-two very important pens. The writing was finished, the papers deposited, and the president reached in after shaking the jar with authority.
"The agenda for the next year is . . . 'Dramatic.' Um." The representatives chuckled. "A fine word no doubt, but how do we design a policy around it?"
"Sounds like your problem, boss!" The representatives guffawed and pounded the table. The president grimaced and resolved he would shut them up by his immaculate execution of the task they had imposed by their irreverence. That was the day the world conquest began.
Finis
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