Nalcor is fed up!
Nalcor was fed up. There comes a time when you have to admit there is nothing you can do to help.
The little Muskrat had arrived at that point with Mizkat. She seemed to be giving up, herself.
Who could blame her?
The latest poll of voter preference put Mizkat’s party well into last place and Mizkat’s personal popularity in a statistical tie for last with a leaderless party.
No, it was worse than that. The Liberal Party of Canada’s Rich and Poor province was in a leadership race. The interim leader declared he would not run and was leaving politics.
‘Dean of the Golden Arches’, who had been thought to be the frontrunning undeclared leadership candidate for the Liberals decided suddenly not to run.
Onlookers may remember ‘Dean of the Golden Arches’ as a former business partner of the ‘Angry Man Who Talks Too Fast’. When The Angry Man resigned suddenly as Chief Boss of the Rich and Poor Province, almost simultaneously Dean of the Golden Arches popped up as a likely leader of the Liberals.
The Liberals, you will remember, as a political party whose name The Angry Man normally could not utter without snarling. Some people in the audience were puzzled.
Not those who understand business.
If Mizkat and her Tories were dropping in the polls, and along with them the popularity of Muskrat Falls, it might be convenient for Dean of the Golden Arches, a Muskrat supporter, to become the leader of the party likely to become the government. It’s just business, thought some.
But then Golden Arches boy withdrew from the race. Still more puzzlement.
Nalcor had to admit he was puzzled. He thought he had been making good progress training his little Muskrat brain to understand how the humans think, but this latest twist was making him dizzy.
Not for long though. Dean of the Golden Arches stepped forward to endorse someone who actually owns some Golden Arches.
He endorsed ‘Cathy Would You Like Fries With That?’, a fast food entrepreneur never before known as a Liberal, but a fan of Muskrat Falls.
This is when Mizkat, whose mind had been getting lower and lower, stepped off the bottom rung of the ladder and went into free fall.
Nalcor, asleep in his little basket, was being shaken awake one night in three these days by a distraught Mizkat frantic to pour out her heart to him over the latest bad news. “I can’t stand it Nalcor! “Former business partner number 1, The Angry Man Who Talks Too Fast all of a sudden quits his job as Chief Boss of The Rich and Poor Province and endorses me, as his replacement. Kathy number 1.
“Our entire agenda as a government was to ensure Muskrat Falls was rammed through no matter how great the opposition in the House of Assembly or among the public. I can follow orders so that’s what I did.
“But pollsters keep constantly blurting out bad news. Our party is losing popularity! People didn’t like me anymore! Something must be done! Muskrat Falls is in danger!
“Former business partner number 2, Dean of the Golden Arches all of a sudden drops out of the leader- ship race of the Liberal Party of the Rich and Poor Province. He endorses a replacement. Cathy number 2!
“I can’t stand it Nalcor! It’s so unfair. I feel used. Used up and thrown away. I can’t stand it!
“Then, as if it all wasn’t bad enough that journalist writes an editorial on the front page telling me it’s over and I should quit. Who does he think he is? The nerve! I don’t know what to do Nalcor.”
Nalcor doesn’t know what to do either. He knows what he doesn’t want to do. He doesn’t want to be awakened in the middle of the night any more by a sad, loud woman.
Ever since he first came to stay with MIzkat in her house in the Capital City, Nalcor has been torn between his affection for her kindness to him and his anger at the illconceived plan she endorses.
A plan that will dam the Big Cigar River and flood him out, and all his neighbours with him. From what he can understand, it will be the ruination of all the people in The Rich and Poor Province too, if someone doesn’t stop it.
That someone may take the form, not of people, but of muskrats. Nalcor has noticed items are starting to appear on the net about small groups of Nova Scotia and Quebec muskrats gathering together to form an action plan. One of the attached photos shows a band of muskrats milling around carrying antiMuskrat Falls placards.
“It’s a start,” thought the little muskrat.
“If the Rich and Poor Province can’t manage its own problems, maybe outside help is needed. A happy ending is not impossible to imagine.”
to be continued ...