"What did you think about the eagle’s idea about a government and
electing a President?" the fox asked.
“As I recall,” the weasel said, dryly, “the idea of electing a
President was your idea.”
“Ah, yes, so it was. Well, but the eagle started me thinking about
it, so I’m just giving credit where credit is due. Anyway, you’d
have to be pretty dumb not to see that such a government has a lot
of potential for us all. Only—and as I think you might
understand—it’s not going to be so easy as all that to elect a
President. There are just too many factions: too many species, too
many animosities. Why, did you hear the way those animals were
fighting about which Big Animal has put them in this forest? I’m
telling you, several times I almost broke out laughing, it was so
ridiculous! Big Boars, Big Rats, Big Turtles! What imbeciles! You
know, I always knew the other animals were a little slow upstairs,
but I never realized till today just how stupid they really are.
Anyway,” the fox continued, shrugging his shoulders, “that’s not the
reason why I called you in here. What I really wanted to talk to
you about was the campaign for President.”
“I’m listening,” said the weasel politely.
“I’ll get right to the point. Are you weasels intending to put up a
candidate?”
“Well,” the weasel tem****ized, “that depends on various
cir***stances within the weasel community.”
The fox pulled back his upper lip and showed his tiny front teeth in
a smile. “‘Various cir***stances’! Oh, that’s good—very good—very
cautious: spoken like a true weasel! But you know, you’re not
talking to a rabbit or a crow right now: you’re talking to a fox:
and I know a snow job when I hear one..."
THE POLITY OF BEASTS
The most politically incorrect book of its time.
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