When I Am President

“Wow.” said Furaha as she looked out of her bedroom window. “Wow.” She couldn’t stop staring out the window as she looked out at the beautiful sunlit beach. “Wow. “What are you wowing about?” asked Orko as he floated in. “I’ll tell you what I’m wowing about,” said Furaha as she sat on her bed, “Years since 2008.” “That doesn’t make sense,” said Orko. “Yes it does.” “Why?” “Because it’s been years since the historic moment that Barack Obama was elected president of the world!” “Oh, I remember that year, it was the year a DVD of my cruel life came out!” “Forget about that,” said Furaha. “Thanks.” “Now, what would it be like if we were presidents?” “Ooh!” squeaked Orko, “I love the sound of that! Being president of the world! Sounds like a job I’d root for! We’d have to dress smart.” “No, since presidents live in America, and American children wear anything they want to school, we can wear whatever we want.” “But what about the rules and laws?” asked Orko. “Well, Orko, imagine what we could do to make our world a better place…”