The Revolution Nobody Remembers

Gathering / Conference

A forgotten revolt, a simple thing to send ripples in the water for years, before the trees became dirt and the dirt became dust and the dust settled up into people's noses.

Only Everwhom, known as Whom for short, led his first rebellion in his 90s. It was also his last rebellion, as he was no spring chicken. With only a pickaxe from his mining days, and a whole lot of resentment, Whom rallied the villagers of a very small Principality. Agreeing to meet in secret, they were ambushed in the middle of the night. They had been betrayed.   Only Everwhom, overcome by his own senility, had prattled on about his revolution in the local tavern. This tavern, of course, was frequented by several snotty young men, who happened to be the sons of other snotty men, who happened to have questionable ties to an up and coming politician.   The revolution was bloody, if short. Everwhom and his 7 rebels, all of them sheep, fell victim to not having a torch, and fell down his own old mine shaft.   The politician, having arrived too late, didn't pause to wonder about the 7 random sheep surrounding the anachronistic Port-A-Potty, and left the revolution without so much as a speech.   Everwhom, however, stepped out of his body, took a good look around, and proceeded to laugh. His wife had always told him the mine shaft was haunted.   Still, blood had been spilled on hallowed ground. Lightning flashed, tore the sky, as thunder bellowed and groaned. The battered, blue plastic door of the futuristic outhouse swung wide in the winds. And one by one, the sheep entered the Port-A-Potty, and vanished.