CHAPTER SEVEN: THE LIFE OF A GOVERNOR It is late, but Randi is still wide awake, so Mitzi continues to read....

8888Cindersara fell into a routine in her job as governor. Every morning, when she woke, she would wave to her neighbors in the country next door.

And they would rear up their heads and wave back. Then she would bask in her high approval rating of 107%. She particularly adored photo ops. "You know, you should be in the movies. In fact, if you want to come over to my apartment later....okay, okay, it was just a suggestion, put down the...is that thing loaded?." Like all beautiful people, Cindersara loved to grace the covers of magazines -- as she said, "I don't need to read them, I'm in them." When she had time, and wasn't busy working her magic on the Laska budget, Cindersara passed a law to give every Laskan a part of the public treasury, thus ensuring that the little people would survive to vote for her another day. (Humble deserving little people on their way to collect their share of the public treasury.) "A bag for you, and one for you." "Bless you, Governor, bless you."

Meanwhile, in a distant part of the land, a man by the name of Johnny Main was on the stump, running for president of the United States of Plasticopia.

Senator Main asked his loyal staff to help him fill the vice president's shoes. The first thing the staff had to decide was what kind of shoe the vice president should wear. They got help from those with experience. With this assistance, they worked all through the night exploring all the possible fits for the vice presidential shoe.

Then, just as dawn broke, they realized they had it! The perfect fit for the vice president. It was chic, it was unexpected, it was pure gold.

To be concluded....