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Enactment
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: adoption
Special condition: 365 words
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“All the votes are in,” the minkess on the dais said, “the act has been ratified by a margin of four hundred to ninety-four.” She tapped the gavel against her desk and sat down as several muttered conversations ensued among the members.
One of the legislators, a slightly portly rabbit buck, leaned toward an equally zaftig beagle femme. “What did we just do?” he asked.
She shrugged and continued to glare at a few fellow members of her party. “Just voted ourselves out of existence, it seems.”
The rabbit blinked. “What? What? But – but what about my constituents?”
“What about them?” the canine asked with a slightly exasperated sigh.
“They elected me to look after their interests!”
“I’m sure they’ll understand when the word gets out.” She eyed the press gallery, which was now quite empty. “Which should be within the next fifteen minutes, if I’m any judge.”
“But we have to represent our people.” The beagle rolled her eyes. She hated it when grown men started whining.
She picked up a copy of the new law that a huge majority of her fellows had just accepted, approved, and enacted. “Take a look,” she said, pointing at one article. “It says here that ‘Laws enacted by the government may deviate from the Constitution as long as they do not affect the institutions of the Legislature.’ So there you go, your job’s secure.”
“My job? What about you?” the rabbit asked.
The beagle sighed. “I voted No.” She gathered up her papers, stuffed them into a briefcase and said, “Have fun.”
“Where are you going?”
She shrugged. “Maybe a vacation. Somewhere sunny,” and she started walking up the aisle toward the exit. Her ears flicked as the minkess on the dais suddenly gaveled for order and announced that, under the recently-adopted law, the legislature was dissolved subject to recall by the government.
The beagle thought that it would be quite a while before the government did so. Spotting some security police, she slipped into a side corridor. She decided she’d go out the back way.
Her husband and their two children were already out of the country, and she had a plane ticket in her briefcase.
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end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2026 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: adoption
Special condition: 365 words
______________________________________________________________________________
“All the votes are in,” the minkess on the dais said, “the act has been ratified by a margin of four hundred to ninety-four.” She tapped the gavel against her desk and sat down as several muttered conversations ensued among the members.
One of the legislators, a slightly portly rabbit buck, leaned toward an equally zaftig beagle femme. “What did we just do?” he asked.
She shrugged and continued to glare at a few fellow members of her party. “Just voted ourselves out of existence, it seems.”
The rabbit blinked. “What? What? But – but what about my constituents?”
“What about them?” the canine asked with a slightly exasperated sigh.
“They elected me to look after their interests!”
“I’m sure they’ll understand when the word gets out.” She eyed the press gallery, which was now quite empty. “Which should be within the next fifteen minutes, if I’m any judge.”
“But we have to represent our people.” The beagle rolled her eyes. She hated it when grown men started whining.
She picked up a copy of the new law that a huge majority of her fellows had just accepted, approved, and enacted. “Take a look,” she said, pointing at one article. “It says here that ‘Laws enacted by the government may deviate from the Constitution as long as they do not affect the institutions of the Legislature.’ So there you go, your job’s secure.”
“My job? What about you?” the rabbit asked.
The beagle sighed. “I voted No.” She gathered up her papers, stuffed them into a briefcase and said, “Have fun.”
“Where are you going?”
She shrugged. “Maybe a vacation. Somewhere sunny,” and she started walking up the aisle toward the exit. Her ears flicked as the minkess on the dais suddenly gaveled for order and announced that, under the recently-adopted law, the legislature was dissolved subject to recall by the government.
The beagle thought that it would be quite a while before the government did so. Spotting some security police, she slipped into a side corridor. She decided she’d go out the back way.
Her husband and their two children were already out of the country, and she had a plane ticket in her briefcase.
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Dog (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 52.9 kB
Listed in Folders
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