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  There once was a small village that had gone through immense hardship in previous years, fighting with a nearby town ruled by a nasty little troll with a funny moustache. Resources had been stretched and many had gone hungry. As no one in the village ever wanted to go hungry they decided to club together and buy some livestock and farmland to provide for the village in times of trouble. They had been united by the atrocious conflict and realised that by clubbing together they could achieve more and provide security for one and other. They lived well and when times were hard they had their shared food and resources to fall back on.
  
  One day around 1979 they elected a new town mayor and all seemed to be good until she started to sell off the livestock to the villagers (who actually already owned them) She did not replace any of the livestock or farmland but promoted the idea that it was if you owned more livestock than they needed it would mean you were better than other villagers. Some villagers lost the access to the livestock altogether and never saw a penny of compensation. Some of the money was used to wage a war on a frail old man who lived the other side of the kingdom in a useless shack, everyone was very pleased that 20 villagers kicked the crud out of 1 man and rejoiced on their return, almost forgetting the crazy things the mayor had done before.
  
  After time many of the villagers had all the livestock and most were left with nothing. The ones left with nothing found it hard to forget what the wicked mayor had done and decided to adopt the 'sod you jack, I'm alright' attitude exemplified by the villagers with everyone else's livestock.
  
  The moral of this story is that lies come in many forms and that the mayor was actually a wicked witch.

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