I live in a village. Well technically it’s a 9 story apartment block but to me, it’s a village. Because like any village, especially small villages it’s made up of the following people:
The villagers – normal people who go about their daily chores in peace and harmony with one another. They work all day to enjoy their weekend activities. But sometimes their peace is upset.
The village councilors– a small group of people who look after the well-being of the villagers, the village infrastructure and village finances. The Villagers make up these people and are voted in every year for the privilege. However, like many democracies every now and again one of the members of the following two groups slip through the net and become members of the village councilors.
The village idiots– this is a small group of people who, on many occasions, make life a little harder for the other villagers. They are a group that make up the crowd of hecklers who flock to the village centre to listen to the next group of village occupants – the village bullies.
The village bullies – this is one or two individuals whose soul purpose in life is to upset the villagers, by applying bully tactics, abuse and intimidation to get what they wants no matter how trivial or ridiculous it is. They drum up support by making up lies and stories for the village idiots to feed off.
And lastly, there is the village mad woman
The village mad woman – this is one individual who wants to live in peace and harmony but when the village idiots and the village bullies go on their village rampages, this woman goes mad. Not the ‘I’ll get you back’ mad. No, this woman literally goes mad, she rants and raves about the downfall and destruction of the village, she dances around cauldrons, burns effigies and makes up spells to rid the village of the idiots and bullies. What’s funny about the village mad woman, no one knows who she is until….