Mrs. President

Once upon a time there was a land that consisted of only ice and snow. No plants would grow and no footprints were left by anyone. People lived in snow huts similar to the igloos that we know from the picture books about the Eskimos. Inuits for the more educated among us. The Inuits were hunters, not really gatherers since there was so damn little to gather, they had round faces and wore moustaches, both genders, they were widely known for their great hospitality which extended a very warm if not hot welcome to visitors, allowing all males to partake of the soft skin and the fruits that grew on the warm trees of native wives. Females who stayed overnight were asked to help with chores, like cleaning fish and cooking heads and tails as well as innards of all creatures hunting had, for generations quite unchanged, procured. No sex for women from the white man's land. One day, it was a bitter wind that signaled to the men that it would be quite prudent to return, get off the ice, they saw the polarbears, a dozen, in retreat, due North, unfinished seals left strewn and for the hounds to get. A snowmobile arrived, alighting was a thick fur coat and sunnies, the expensive type. 'My name is Sarah', she was heard to say, 'I am the guv and I am here to bring new rules from Anchorage, I do have a small fault, a plug I think, made not in USA, with this here snowmobile and need to stay until the morn' perhaps you'd show me where the caribous do hide. A hockey MOM I am but YOU cannot be bright enough to play the game, we need to change the way you folks get educated and the way you think. Trust me, we will.' Night came upon them as it does north of the Hudson, with the cloak of stealth, they settled down for supper and the stories now began. The fire roared and it was hot inside the common home. When morning came, it saw the Guv stand by the sink, outside, dressed in her furs and scrubbing fish and slicing gobs of blubber to be buried in the ice, there to ferment. Word came from USA it had been bombed, the land and all its folks into oblivion, Russkies, sure. Thus Sarah stayed to live among the Inuits, she cleaned all fish and made strong soup from heads and innards of the local fish. She did it well and now and then she thought of what they used to do at home, with Todd, when he was sober and the servants were asleep. However, due to rules in place for centuries, draconian rules, no visitor without a dufflebag or one of what you'd call expandable appendage of the fleshy kind, would ever be allowed to taste the fruits. For that, the climate is too harsh and all the seeds need to be saved to tend the gardens of their own. But, in the end, they called her, just to make her feel the LOVE, 'Our Mrs. President'. Oh well.