“Blue is sky and yellow is wheat!”
“Nope! Yellow is sun! Blue is water!”
They glared each other down from opposite ends of the table, ready to fight. Of course, they’d need a running start—the table was so long it crossed three international time zones.
Ready, steady, GO!
Somewhere at the epicentre of that domestic warzone they suddenly noticed something. It was Putin entering the room.
When they finally left said room, they were kicking something around that looked suspiciously like somebody’s very tiny balls. And they were no longer incensed by one another’s stance on the flag debate.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Very true! Inspiring write!
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Thank you, Anita!
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Takes someone like Putin to really vent some anger otherwise wasted on a pointless debate.
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Well said, my friend.
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It is a truth, more so than that a wealthy man seeks a wife (Thank you, Jane) that we will always swallow our differences and unite against a common enemy.
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It’s so true! Especially somebody like Putin. 😊
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Sometimes it takes a few who were bitching over the small stuff to get in line and aim at kicking a disagreeable nut’s sack.
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Amen to that!
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