President Obama sat in his chair with an astonished look on his face. "What do you mean that there wasn't a single vote cast in the election?" he
stated harshly. "How is that possible?"
"I'm not sure Sir. Apparently, every single ballot simply had the word "Beezzer" written across it. We're searching for what it means right now
"Is this a person's name, or does it have another meaning?", President Obama ask.
"We're working on it Sir"
About that time, a special bulletin came on the TV.
"As most of you are aware of, His Fluffiness Lord Beezzer has been chosen as the leader of the people of the Earth, and of all life that exist. We
are awaiting his speech."
"Who the hell is this Beezzer?", President Obama screeched. "This wasn't suppose to happen. Everything was suppose to be under our control"
"We don't know Sir. We should have some sort of answer soon"
Sitting comfortably on his throne, His Fluffiness Lord Beezzer smiled. It had been a long few years winning over the hearts of mankind through the
pages of ATS. His words had been spread from the members of ATS, to their families, then to their friends, and then to all the people of the world.
He really had no idea that he was to be chosen as the leader of the world. It was the will of the people, but he would graciously accept. How could
he not? The wanted him. They needed his fluffiness. It was time to get ready for his speech.
"We found him Sir. You're not going to like it."
"Just spit it out man", President Obama screamed. "Who the hell is this Beezzer?"
"Sir, He's a rabbit. Apparently, he's been active on an Internet web site AboveTopSecret.com for quite some time, and has recruited a legion a
faithful followers. This is not a joke Sir. You've been ousted for a rabbit."
Obama sat stiffly in his chair. They had to be messing with him. A rabbit? It just wasn't possible. Maybe he was dreaming. "Ok, you had your
little fun, now who is this Beezzer really? I expect an straight answer or you'll be working next as an aide to the President of Nowhere!"
"Sir, again, this is no joke. Beezzer is a rabbit. We're not sure of how, or why he can communicate, much less use a computer to access the
Internet, but this is real and you need to take this threat seriously."
Outside the White House a large crowd was beginning to assemble. They were all holding signs of support for His Fluffiness Lord Beezzer.
Once again, the TV captured the attention of the President.
"My loyal human followers, fellow creatures, and all life that exist. From now until my departure from the land, I, His Royal Fluffiness, Lord
Beezzer the First, shall carry the task of leadership of the world. It is you that have chosen this task for me, and I will strive to grant you all
the freedoms that you have been deprived of from your former leaders. Shame on them. They have not been fluffy.
"We must leave Sir. We've lost control of the perimeter. Beezzer's followers are storming the White House."
Former President Obama stood up and walked to the window of the Oval Office. It was true. He could see the masses of people filling the lawn of the
White House. He was no longer their leader. The people had chosen a rabbit over him.
"Long live His Royal Fluffiness, Lord Beezzer the First, Ruler of the Lands, President of All, and The King Of Carrots", Obama mumbled under his
breath, and then walked out the door of the Oval office.
It's with the greatest of respect for ATS member and fellow writer Beezzer that I submit this short story. It was inspired by his many fantastic
contibutions to not only the Short Stories forum, but ATS in general....and I just figured I'd beat him to the idea of the story before he could post
All Praise His Royal Fluffiness, Lord Beezzer the First, Ruler of the Lands, President of All,
and most notably...The King of Carrots...
***also noted that Obama didn't win in this story, so it violates the rules of the contest, so this story shouldn't win, but it's just too funny not
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