What the lemurs have to say

An allegorical story told by druids, one of many similar stories featuring animal characters and unclear morals.

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They say that one day upon the island of the lemurs, there was a vote.

This was the hundredth hundredth hundredth vote; and following, a hundred hundred hundred more votes were to come, until the day the lemurs lay down their pits and rinds and hang together from their trees to watch the last sun rise.

But this was not that final day. This was the day of the vote.

On the greatest tree hung the fruit-basket that was to be given up to God, and each fruit placed within had been selected, in proportion and by preference ranking, by the lemurs of eligible voting age.

But there was one lemur who made no speeches for his fruit preference, who pursued no cases, argued no points, and only mimed that he had cast his vote. As the great basket was hoisted into the sky, he slipped his own banana nestled between a mango and a papaya, and let it rise to heaven.

And when the others saw, they felt dismay, for had they not worked and negotiated, to make a balance of fruit to represent all equally? And did he not advance his agenda without their consideration?

And when he was so criticized, he grew mad, for was he not clever to circumvent the endless politicking? And did his single rogue banana do any real harm?

And all the while, the Balancers of the Fruit were jumping and clinging to the basket, rearranging the toppling pile of delicacies to avoid all from striking the ground.

And what is the solution to this tale?

More Fruit!