The executive branch of the Republic: one President, one Vice President, one immaculate queue, and a filing system that recently achieved national fame.
Her Excellency, President of the Republic
Adédoyin, adé tí ó dùn bí oyin (Adédoyin, the crown that is sweet as honey)
The Republic's first citizen, who rose from an ordinary nest in Coop Three to the highest perch in the land, and never lets anyone forget that breakfast waits for no bird.
Second in Command
Vice President of the Republic of Kisi
Elder statesman, artistic director of the dawn chorus, and owner of the famous 4:45 a.m. crow known nationally as the First Alarm.
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Signed with a flourish and read aloud twice, once for the record, once for the hard of hearing.
Breakfast shall be served at seven. Not seven-ish. Signed with a flourish and read aloud twice.
Codifies the trough queue: order of arrival, no wing-barging, chicks and senior hens served first. Widely regarded as the constitution's better half.
Designates the three best dust-bathing spots as protected national commons. 'Some things,' the preamble notes, 'belong to everyone or to no one.'
Declares a public holiday effective immediately and retroactively, so that no one is marked absent. The presidency's most popular order to date.
This Week
Published weekly by the Office of the Press Secretary, lightly edited by Her Excellency, heavily edited back.
06:58, trough-side inspection, two minutes early, because leadership. Cabinet meeting: the Feed Budget defended, the Stadium Project 'progressing.'
Audience with the Bureau of Egg Statistics. Received the weekly figures; forwarded them, unopened, to the opposition 'to save time.'
State visit to Coop Three (childhood home). Unveiled a small plaque at the ordinary nest. Wept briefly; denied it briefly.
Coop Assembly, observed the Nesting Box debate from the gallery. The Free Feathers Front tabled amendment eighteen. Admirable stamina.
Signed no orders. 'A quiet Friday is also governance.' Evening scratch at the fence line with the Leader of the Opposition, officially unconfirmed.
Chick Sprint Saturdays, flagged off the junior 20-metre. Photo opportunity with the sprint clinic; outran nobody; claimed otherwise.
Mango tree, low branch, listening. Mama Gold told the week better than my press secretary does. Rested.
The National Mood
The Republic's most scientific instrument, in the sense that it is an instrument.
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