The Chronicles of Plymouth, Chapter 134

And it came to pass in the third month of the first year of the reign of George the Younger, when John the
Governor was chief ruler over the land of Michigan, that the elders in council of that part of Michigan called
Plymouth City prepared to allow the people to make a choice of the elders who would rule over them.
Plymouth City was a happy place, where the people gathered at festivals and in common dwellings to break
bread together. It was a land of promise where the people could live in peace and enjoy the fruits of their labors.
Now there was a certain man named Thomas who dwelt in the city. And Thomas had a hired servant whose
name was William, who gleefully did his bidding. Thomas was a scribe, whose work was published and given to people throughout the city.
Many people believed that Thomas the Scribe and his servant, William, published all manner of false witness
against their neighbors, yet those who raised their voices against Thomas or William were vilified in the manner of the scribes or brought before judges. The people were sore afraid.
And Thomas the Scribe said "I want to be the king." To help him, he chose one of the elders, David the Lesser, and certain Pharisees named Jerry and Dennis. They cried throughout the land that a hallowed place called Central Middle School would surely be destroyed if the people did not choose them all as elders.
The people of Plymouth City did not want Thomas to be their ruler and delivered that message by exercise of
their rights of suffrage on the Day of Primary Elections. They did not understand that he did not need their
votes to be the king. He only needed those on the council who would do his bidding. He continued to publish
the words and deeds of his faithful servants, William, David the Lesser, Jerry, and Dennis, crying out against
those who would destroy Central Middle School, which the people loved.
And it came to pass that a certain prophet rose up among the people and that prophet's name was Jonathon.
And Jonathon cried out against the evil he saw in Plymouth City and against the words and deeds delivered by Thomas, and his servants, William, David the Lesser, Jerry, and Dennis.
At first, the people treated Jonathon as an outcast, for his tidings were harsh. And Jonathon lifted up his voice to the people assembled and said, "Do you not know that Thomas the scribe, through his servants William and David, speaks lies unto you? The Central Middle School is only a device of his that you, the people, will delegate your power into his hands through his servants David, Jerry, Dennis, and Peter."
But the people loved the Central Middle School and prayed to the elders that it be saved from the hands of evil developers. Their love was so great that they did not see that the words Jonathon spoke were true. Certain of the elders, Sean, Colleen, Bill, David the Good, and David, the Chief Magistrate, answered the people, saying that the school would remain free from the hands of developers, but the voices of the servants of the Scribe were exceedingly great.

The days grew longer and more people heard the voice of Jonathon as he cried "The people of Plymouth City should not live in fear. Their rulers should be chosen from among the people and not from the servants of the Scribe." The people listened and their numbers increased greatly. They began to speak out among themselves for what is good and right in their city. The prayer of the people, as they gathered together in small rooms throughout the city, was that they be delivered from the strong arm of Thomas and his faithful servants.
And so the day was accomplished when the people would choose the elders to rule over them. The voters of
Plymouth City rose up early, speaking out in the manner proscribed by the laws of the fifty united States. And each one returned to their own dwellings to await the word of the people.

And with the coming of the new day, the voice of the people rolled over the land as thunder, rebuking Thomas and his servants. Only David the Lesser was returned to council by the people. The scribe would continue to publish, but would move his dwelling place out of the city. And the people rejoiced.
(c) 2001 Russell B. Franzen