Because election rhymes with agony, it’s getting harder and harder to find candidates. Luckily there are alpacas.
The fact that Aue will be allowed to pave all bismuth heaps with violets in four years because the state horticultural show is putting a shift in the shaft is not the worst news of the week. Although old Bergleit grumble: If they had left the lupines there back then, we wouldn’t have to spend money on flowers again today!
But the big question is whether there will soon be other cities that will apply to host Florala and Tralala. How then – without a mayor? The Johanngeorgenstadt residents have just lost their top candidate and a certain tiredness in office can also be felt in other respects. Who wants to have to deal with pioneers from above, lateral thinkers from below and know-it-alls from all other directions for seven years?
Well, at least there is an alpaca blood donation taking place in Lößnitz today. It’s debatable what the point of getting splattered with alpaca blood after a long street kiss, but if that spills over a few traits, maybe that’s just what we need right now.
Alpacas are known to be curious, friendly and sometimes daring – not the worst qualities for a mayor. They’re camels, so they’ll do fine if you call them by name. It may be suboptimal that they are prone to stomach ulcers, but that too is part of a real mayor. In a herd with many stallions, fights do break out because they only tolerate one boss. But he can then become a district administrator.
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