Reginald was tired.
When the local Woodland Creatures Association for the Institution of Standards and Governance had decided to elect him as Temporary Overseer of Forest Affairs he had assumed there would be some work but nothing like this. Suddenly every problem, no matter how mundane, was his to mediate.
They hadn't even had a government to complain to up until two months ago. He wasn't even sure how the news had spread so fast - though he had his suspicions.
Squirrels. It was always the squirrels with their chattering and scurrying and general suspect behavior.
He couldn't prove anything yet, but that was a side project.
His election to the post of TOFA was not uncontested. The squirrels had backed their own candidate, but his known past struggles with resource management had proven too big a hurdle for his marketing team to overcome and Reginald had won in a landslide. Creatures talk. It's not the way he would have preferred to win.
But he did. And now he was fairly certain the squirrels were out for vengeance. Spreading the word as quickly as possible that any and all issues were under his purview to solve, and attempting to force Reginald into abdicating his position to lesser officials.
But Reginald was resolved. He would weather this onslaught of his sensibilities. All he needed to do was convince his constituents to solve their own damn problems.
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