Elections… Somewhere in distant ethereal worlds, so that later the "chosen ones" could be incarnated in our earthly fairy tale world, elections are happening today.
Thousands of fairy tale characters — Kolobok and Snow Maiden, Elves, Trolls along with a multitude of new, daring, sometimes still little-known "Superheroes" were putting forward their candidacies for the elections, promising high-quality fairy tales and "stories".
In case of victory, each of them promised all, even the most inconspicuous inhabitants of the ethereal world, the opportunity to participate in the plot and materialization on the pages of earthly books, in theater, in cinema.
One of the first, waving a white-striped flag and frightening the young inhabitants with piercing screams, Baba Yaga appeared above the polling station.
Despite the ban on campaigning and counter-campaigning on election day, Baba Yaga loudly expressed her displeasure with one of the candidates — the "corrupt" Water Spirit. According to Baba Yaga, he, for the umpteenth time, only promises to take "a pair", but always deceives: he recruits all sorts of relatives, cheap small fry like stupid marsh mosquitoes.
And he takes a bribe for the promise, and a considerable one — ten plots each featuring himself and his "electorate". "He himself is absolutely useless for ideas"!
"Freeloader!" — Baba Yaga screamed from her mortar, spiraling down to the ground.
According to the rules, each candidate, putting forward their candidacy for the main role of the future fairy tale, had to vote for two: most often, of course, for themselves, and the second could be anyone who was sympathetic to them or who could bribe them (which is what Baba Yaga did).
The absolute winner presented a plot with themselves in the main role and, besides the "pair", recruited an unlimited number of "electorate".
At the polling station, quite a few fairy tale folk had gathered: an aged Batman, SpongeBob, Cheburashka, a whole crowd of Gnomes. Many of the old heroes, being quite conservative, adhered to old traditions in their clothing.
The appearance of others reflected the spirit of the times. So, Cinderella, unlike previous elections, arrived on a Tomahawk in a cool outfit "from the Fairy Godmother". Leather, belts, button-rivets, mirror surfaces of a super-powerful "bike" — all this promised new plots with breathtaking adventures and a meeting with the Prince on the same "steed"; painted like an Avatar, on an eagle as if on a screen, little Myu arrived.
Registration of participants was coming to an end when an unusual sphere the size of a carriage rolled up to the polling station. It shimmered with silver, then completely disappeared from view. Soon from the sphere, like from a ball of yarn, a trail of silvery sand began to unwind, twist into a spiral, rise upward.
Rising and falling, it revealed now a lovely face of a princess with golden curls and delicate lace, now, sweeping upward like a cloak covering an old hero, it scattered again, presenting a new one. Sometimes the sand, falling, left a group of heroes, only to mix everything again and create someone anew.
Three heads of the Zmey Gorynych flashed, whereupon the real Gorynych, realizing what was happening, breathed flammable gas at the impostor, threatening to strike a spark with his tooth at any moment. The "Virtual" one, quickly realizing the danger, immediately changed the subject: "Chip and Dale", "Lolek and Bolek" …
What is this! Two — that's a ready-made plot! But here you wait! And if he impersonates me — that will leave me without a crust of bread!
Baba Yaga started shouting.
The crowd supported Baba Yaga with an indignant murmur. The chairman of the commission intervened — the experienced Old Raven.
You, son, make up your mind who you are and don't break the rules, or there's almost no time left, I'll soon finish registration.
Or maybe you're a Hemorrhoid?
Baba Yaga quipped.
The clock began striking the last seconds before the elections began.
The candidate for the main hero in the new Fairy Tale, seeing time running out, began frantically changing images, unable to decide on anyone. After a luxurious seven-petaled flower, Don Quixote appeared, who was immediately replaced by Petka with Chapaev. Clearly unable to model something "more fairy-tale-like" in time, the future hero abandoned Petka and finally appeared in the solid form and image of Chapaev in a papakha and with a long saber at his side.
"Oh, this youth! — grumbled the Old Raven. — It's always like this: they think they're cool, think they can do everything, they rush to create a fairy tale, but it always ends up as a joke".
"Not a competitor! Absolutely not a competitor! — Baba Yaga grinned and sighed with relief. — Thank God! Maybe I'll finally get back into the Fairy Tale!"
The elections began. There was less and less time left until the birth of the new story…
