The Last Ditch
Lackluster applause trailed Candidate Roger Dank as he shuffled back to his dressing room. He tried to ignore the rising desperation.
Already, sweat pushed through layers of makeup, and the inside of his suit was a warm paste. It was as if he along with all his hard work was melting away.
Walter Pines, his campaign manager stumbled into the room. The squate fellow nursed a bloody bandage around his forearm. Despite the disheveled appearance, Pines was beaming.
"You okay?" asked Dank.
"Never better," said Pines. "I just secured you a running mate."
"A running mate?"
"Yeah. She's a real game changer. Everyone will be talking."
"Who is it?"
"Tough on immigration, really territorial in fact. She loves her kids and she's a strong critic of government interference--a real Momma Grizzly."
What about her opinions on world affairs?"
"Fierce. She speaks in a language everyone can understand." There was a loud thump just outside the room. Pines threw a nervous glance at the door.
"Well, when can I meet her?" Dank asked.
In response, Pines pulled a small bundle of butcher paper from beneath his coat. He unwrapped what looked like a slab of raw fish.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a huge bear lumbered in. She sank her teeth around the fish, almost taking a bite from Pines in the process.
Dank grinned. His presidential hopes strengthened.
The bear let loose a ferocious growl, and to Roger Dank, it sounded like victory.