The politicans got together in the barnyard for a meeting. After makeing some mounds and wondering what happened to all of the snow from this morning, the hot air of the meeting melted it. The donkey eloped with the speaker to make more jackasses and the goats ate the minutes from the meeting and butted heads. So goes the way of the politican. I’m glad I don’t expect to much from them. Maybe some help growing a garden?