“Are these Zebras?”
“No Sweetie, the Zebras died off long ago.”
“Then what are these? They have stripes.”
“They’re Referees — the few who’ve survived. Kind people wanted to protect them and brought them here.”
“Why? Did they do something bad?”
“Referees tried to make sure that everyone was treated fairly and all played by the same rules. Our new leader doesn’t like that. He breaks rules, changes them, then punishes those who object.”
“Then why do Referees wave their fists in the air?”
“Because they want us to keep believing that someday the good guys will win.”
“No Sweetie, the Zebras died off long ago.”
“Then what are these? They have stripes.”
“They’re Referees — the few who’ve survived. Kind people wanted to protect them and brought them here.”
“Why? Did they do something bad?”
“Referees tried to make sure that everyone was treated fairly and all played by the same rules. Our new leader doesn’t like that. He breaks rules, changes them, then punishes those who object.”
“Then why do Referees wave their fists in the air?”
“Because they want us to keep believing that someday the good guys will win.”
