Mayor Mare thought she was a shoe-in for Governor. However, what she didn't count on was a bunch of cloned weasels organizing a last-minute shadow campaign.

This story was written in two hours for the 2024 Everfree Northwest Iron Author competition. The prompt was: Weasel, Smile, Gubernatorial. I basically choked and couldn't think of anything good, but when I went back and read what I wrote I decided it was funny enough to post. Please do not take this as an example of the kind of thing I usually write.