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Quandary Resolution 8572
topsy, meteorwrong, catch-22, ambitus, n.

"I ain't chicken-peckin' Uncle Godfrey!" declared Mayzie McGrew stoutly, "when he gallops aroun' the meadow with me on his shoulders it's more fun than blowin' bubbles in the wind, or listenin' to grown-ups talkin' politics over Auntie Dusty's rhubarb pie, which is, in my humble - childish - opinion, a nutterly disgraceful way to thank her for her gloriously delicious pie, whereas I - a mere topsy infant orphan - can tell that when an ambitus politician promises to end corruption an' kick-backs, that promise or pledge is as clear as day a meteorwrong, cause it's a catch-22, puhlain as the nose on my face: crooked politicians stand for elected office so they can stick their snouts in the trough an' that's a fact o' life which nobody can deny, so if they put an end to all the bribes an' perks they wouldn't get the goodies they're after, so they wouldn't bother they'self to run for office in the first place, but if there's no crooked politicians how's all the other crooks gonna win the contracts and orders their businesses need to give them the profits they want, they'd positively insist that without the crooked politicians, government in the US of A would grind to a halt and nuthin' would get built or dug or made anywhere, even in Hanna Barbera, fer goodness sakes and the folks who work for all the companies owned by the crooks and crinimals would be outa jobs and they'd riot and tear down City Hall demandin' that the crooked politicians be elected cause that's the only way the system can run smoothly but nobody ever admits to bein a crook so the politicians say they're gonna end bribery and brown envelopes changin' hands at the chimes o' midnight an' you so-called adults and grown-ups an' you in particklar, Henry Hat, has the audacity to rebuke me for bein' open an' honest in askin Uncle Godfrey to gallop me aroun' the meadow on his shoulders simply and truthfully cause it's more fun than hearin' you all talk about the Labor Rights o' Silk Worms instead o' letting me enjoy this bowl o' rhubarb pie, in peace!" and the silence seemed to roll over the heads of everyone at the table like a muted thunderstorm as the air-pressure broiled and brewed until it was broken by Pixie who stood up on his chair and said: "please Mizz Dusty, please, may I please have another slice of this absolutely delicious rhubarb pie, please? thank you very much," and while that triggered a clamour of similar requests, old Godfrey the Troll hoisted Mayzie onto his broad shoulders and galloped around the meadow which was always one of his particular favourite activities because it made him feel young again.

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