Werevolka
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In the hall where the candidates for the next nomination in the Fantastically Kind Competition were being discussed, there was an incredible commotion. The audience and the jury were tossing crumpled papers, fruit peels, and rotten mandarins back and forth. Therefore, no one noticed that a stylish girl in black glasses quickly walked onto the stage. She walked very confidently, and no one would have guessed what she was thinking, or rather, her one thought: "And why the hell did I climb into these ridiculously high heels? I'm going to trip, and everyone will be thrilled." Finally, she reached the microphone, tapped it to get attention, and when the hall quieted down a bit, she said:
- Well, well, well... The stronger half of our Abode, take a look at yourselves! Maybe it's time to stop beating your chests and throwing handfuls of plucked grass at your rivals? Calm down your male chauvinism and look at who is in the hall next to you.
The audience in the hall, interrupted at the most interesting moment, grumbled in dissatisfaction. The first rotten tomato flew uncertainly onto the stage.
- Yes, I know that I wasn't supposed to be here, and that I'm not a member of the jury...
A rotten egg was added to the tomato.
- I'm practically leaving!
The girl gracefully brushed a banana peel off her hat.
- Down with the king of spam!! Long live the empress!!! I'm tired of the dominance of men in governing positions! Nera to the throne!!! Or Drakosha!!!! GIVE... A new... Matriarchy!!!!
The last words were drowned out by an incredible scream and noise... The stylish girl was pulled off the stage by her stylish scarf, and someone was already working on "improving" her stylish makeup...
- Well, well, well... The stronger half of our Abode, take a look at yourselves! Maybe it's time to stop beating your chests and throwing handfuls of plucked grass at your rivals? Calm down your male chauvinism and look at who is in the hall next to you.
The audience in the hall, interrupted at the most interesting moment, grumbled in dissatisfaction. The first rotten tomato flew uncertainly onto the stage.
- Yes, I know that I wasn't supposed to be here, and that I'm not a member of the jury...
A rotten egg was added to the tomato.
- I'm practically leaving!
The girl gracefully brushed a banana peel off her hat.
- Down with the king of spam!! Long live the empress!!! I'm tired of the dominance of men in governing positions! Nera to the throne!!! Or Drakosha!!!! GIVE... A new... Matriarchy!!!!
The last words were drowned out by an incredible scream and noise... The stylish girl was pulled off the stage by her stylish scarf, and someone was already working on "improving" her stylish makeup...
