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// A Mayor's Morning 
// Story: Four Score 
// by LittleBoyBlue 
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  Wake. Eat. Politics. Sleep. That's all it ever is. It's a never-ending cycle. I wake up. I eat breakfast. I do my job. And I sleep after a hard days work.
Of course, I rarely ever reach the fourth standard.
I've got bills to pass, paperwork to sign. It's tiring work being a mayor.
Believe me, I love my job!
I'm not lying!
I love nothing more than to lead Ponyville as mayor. 
But let's face it, nopony even knows my real name.
And the loneliness of the job does not help.
.........
Of course there's loneliness, what stallion would want a wrinkly old mare like me?
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But still........ I know I'm not THAT old!
"It's just the stress increasing the aging process."
That's what my assistant said.
...........


Mayor Mare sighed, as she continued writing.

I am 41 years old.
I know. But I look so old.
Perhaps they're right about the stress aging me.
.............
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Well, another election, another win I guess.
I'm off to meet the new candidates.

-Mary

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"When is she coming here?! I've been waiting for hours!"
The candidates were all waiting for the Honorable Mayor Mare to arrive at the Royal Castle.
The doors opened, as their prayers have finally been answered.
"Sorry! I had to run an errand." The Mayor walked towards the candidates with the poise and elegance she always had.
She greeted them with respect, as she waited for the princess to start the race.
The Mayor then came to the last candidate.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mayor."

"The pleasure is all mine. Good luck."

"Good luck."

The Mayor turned away, as the ponies conversed with each other.
Her eyes gazed at the window showing the sun high up in the air.
She was brought out of her gaze by a familiar Southern, gentlecolt-like voice.
"Good morning, Mayor."
Mayor Mare sighed.
"Good morning, Mister Booth."
The grey stallion moved to her side.
He had a light brown, combed mane and a skinny mustache on his snout. He was formerly a very well known actor, but hard times made him turn to politics for change.
Mayor Mare knew this, since he first started campaigning.
And he lost every single year.
But he always ran again, and again, and again. His persistence was admirable, but ponies didn't see him as a diligent political.
And Mayor Mare knew why.

"Still haven't done anything 'bout my oil wells, have you Miss Mare?"
He said in spite.

The Mayor turned in annoyance.
"Mister Booth, you know very well why I will not fund for the repairs to those wells."

Booth scoffed.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy spendin' all them bits on the Reconstruction of Ponyville-"

"John, houses were demolished! I had to have them rebuilt as soon as I cou-"

"Oh grits and apple sauce! It wasn't THAT expensive! Besides, there was hardly any damage."

She gave him a scolding look.
"A rogue tornado is not my idea of being `hardly any damage' John."

"Ma'am. I've seen worse."

"Oh, here we go again." The Mayor rolled her eyes, as Booth began to tell another one of his "stories".
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"State your name and business." The guard stopped the light brown Earth pony.
The stallion had a vest with a bow tie on. He wore a suit over the vest. His Cutie Mark was the same top hat he was wearing on his light brown mane.
His eyes were a bright grey, and his face clean shaven. The Earth pony then spoke.
"Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln. I'm running for mayor."
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