As the top ten candidates for the Republican nomination lined up on the stage, they all looked pretty much alike (Indeed, they all claimed to be conservative). The only one missing was the Donald, who, it was reported, looked like a large, all-consuming spider and was bringing his web . . .
Clarence was finding that being beautiful had its rewards, but also its downside. Last Thursday, for instance, he had been asked if the Red meant he was Republican, or if he was Communist, and his Irish friends asked if it meant he was a British Red Coat, and finally he was asked if he was the scarlet colored Wild Beast mentioned in the Bible book of Revelation . . .
Jerome was growing more concerned by the day; as he matured, his neck grew to be bright red. Just last week he had been called a Communist, a Republican, and a Good Ol’ Boy, but what if his not using sunblock had let skin cancer get started? What was the fix, remove his neck? He guessed that option was better than nothing, but he would look kinda short and stumpy, like a lot of the rednecks he had seen on TV. . . . . David, Sf.G.
