Flattered, she nevertheless felt compelled to be forthright. "I'm sure it would not be hard to find someone more appropriate for this great honor. I don't have enough experience to be vice president, and certainly not to be president in case you...you know...croak. I know nothing about national issues, foreign affairs, or basic economy. I can't put a coherent sentence together without a teleprompter. Frankly, I'm just a pretty face with the ability to sway crowds by memorizing and repeating the things they love to hear. Besides, I have my family to consider, I don't want their adorable names dragged through the mud, nor do I want to callously use them as my platform. And I love Laska, I would never do anything to offend or embarrass my constituents here."But Johnny Main was persistent. "You can wear really expensive clothes." "Oh, well, okay then." Of course the shoe fit perfectly, and since she just happened to have another like it in her cupboard, Cindersara finally had a matching pair.
Johnny Main was utterly charmed and was certain this was exactly the person the camp...country needed.They spent a whole hour together chatting. They talked about all Cindersara's executive experience and views on various matters and her mavericky ways. Since they had lots of time left over, they discussed hockey and lipstick and marks on ears. And so the would-be president carried Cindersara away with him, certain the whole world would be as enthralled with her as was he. Along the way they came to a crossroads, as even plastic people sometimes do. They hardly seemed to pause, for it was late and they had miles to go before they rested. Thoughtful people may say that it is just such crossroads that determine the destiny of an individual, a family, even a nation. How, and in what way, is the stuff of legends.