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The kids were embarrassed by their chocolate smeared faces. Angie realised it and introduced Athol and Patrick formally - she knew their crazy manners would soon break the ice.
They bowed low to the girls, as though they were meeting royalty. Then, as Angie cut and passed them their own slices of the rich, moist cake, they joined in the handless feast. It was like a scene from one of Chuckie’s favourite Monty Python films, totally absurd and quite hilarious.
Angie’s friends had been to meet the group of locals organising the protest. Interested people from groups like wildlife and land-carers, bush-walkers, educators, artists and riding clubs had got together to co-ordinate the demonstration; to make sure it represented the community. They were all concerned and all wanted their say. Athol and Patrick were to be the “high profile” guest speakers.
It was getting late by the time they had eaten their fill and cleaned up. They hadn’t stopped laughing by the time they had to leave. Angie was going in the trendy, eco-car belonging to “the boys.” The girls gathered all their banners, including the strange, painted landscapes which they had done that first day.
Down to the Council Chambers they walked, feeling rather conspicuous, until they came across others they knew, walking the same way. People were feeling angry and purposeful. Saffron had shown the first spark of dissent, but now the mood of the town was more like a raging fire.
The Mayor and his cronies had been growing less and less popular.