Sweat trickled down Terry’s back, his knees quaking. The crowd watched silently, waiting for his words.
His whole life was spent as a mugwump, never contributing an opinion. Then one day, he opened his mouth, challenged the lies the leader was spewing. Mutiny ensued. When the smoke cleared, he was lifted up as the true prophet.
The crowd’s cheers lifted him out of uncertainty. He raised his arms, soaking in the adoration. These sheep would be easy to herd. A few lies and they’d be eating out of his hand.