The horses have lived on sable Island in Nova Scotia, not far from James Brown’s gravitational pull, for over 40 years now. The horses are free. They wander, and they walk. They raise their own, and go to the pub. The horses though, would look at James Brown’s civilization and think “That, right there, is what we want to be. A self-governing body. We want to rule our own, and have a democracy, and build bridges and roads and facilitate outside trade.”
So the horses got to work. They built buildings, many buildings. They built offices, where the elected officials and their assistants would work and receive correspondences. They also built a large chamber, green on the inside, where they would meet several times a week for several weeks a year, to debate and discuss the merits and demerits of specific legislation. It took seven years in all to build of the infrastructure.
And then came the election period. The horses banded together, formed parties based upon loose ideologies, ranging from left to center to right. The parties gathered and held nomination ceremonies, where the best and brightest horses put their hooves in the ring for a chance, an opportunity, to run for elected office.
They nominated all of their members, and then they held an election. It was a tough fought election. Much mud was slung, both literally and metaphorically. Families were broken, hearts were trampled, and in the end only the most cunning and brave stood on the chamber of elected horses, proud to call themselves part of the very first parliament of Sable Island.
They formed government and elected a speaker. They proposed bills, and debated them. They held meetings, formed caucuses and committees. They studied many subjects, from agricultural practices to scientific pursuits to social issues. The citizens of Sable Island were very proud of their newly formed government, and looking forward to a productive future of legislation and trade. But not long into the endeavour, it all came crashing down.
The horses found that they could get nothing accomplished, because every time things came to a vote, the "neighs” had it.