Many of the formerly underprivileged terrestrials apparently felt that one vote was not quite enough for them. Now that the Elections are over, to our individual relief or otherwise, we can perhaps appreciate, with more objectivity, the problems that an Elections official will have to face in the future. There might not only be a question of whom to vote forâthere could be interesting ramifications to the added problem of how to vote for some of the new citizens.
âLook here!â Mr. Cassidy exclaimed in exasperation. He had had a long and trying morning. âHorses canât vote!â
The mare tossed her head and dropped a paper from her teeth to the table before him. It was a diploma certifying that she had been graduated with honors from the Peabody Equestrian Academy.
Before Mr. Cassidy could question the value of this document, there was a crash as she nearly buried him under the weight of dozens of wooden alphabet blocks, which she released from a canvas bag. By the time he had dug his way out, she had already arranged the following message on the table with her hoof: âCogito, ergo sum. And I am literate; therefore I may vote.â
"Sheâs right, Pat,â Mr. OâToole, the other Universalist registration officer, pointed out. âItâs the new law. Any life form thatâs literate and a citizen can register for the elections!â
âSeems quite in order,â Mr. Vandernoot, the Federationalist registrar murmured, taking in the large illuminated âVote for Otto Is my Mottoâ button on her rose pink blanket.
âBut can she prove sheâs a responsible citizen?â Mr. Cassidy persisted.
The mare smugly offered a Terran birth certificate plus a card attesting to the fact that she was a full-time employee of Barnum and Baileyâs Intergalactic Circus, and a union member in good standing.
âOkay.â Mr. Cassidy gave up and handed her a registration form. âJust go into that booth there and put a check next to the party you belong to. Then drop the paper in the box.â
The horse whinnied contemptuously and vanished behind the faded green curtain with a flirt of her tail.
Mr. Cassidy breathed a sigh of relief at the right of the next registrant, a handsome two-headed young humanoid of Denebian extraction. Melvin Montgomery Ush seemed to offer no problem; he answered every question clearly and succinctly in pleasant tenor and baritone voices. The difficulty came only whe...