Our village was central to the supply for villages across the country.
New people would come in, or existing inhabitants would eventually breed new stock.
Then it was just waiting for another village to give one of us a call.
“Hi, Are you an idiot ? “
I’ll never forget where I was the day I took the call.
I was on the phone.
“Yes. I’m an idiot”
There were so many villages missing an idiot.
Ours was a village of idiots waiting to be assigned.
Every village needs an idiot. Our village was in high demand.
It was a real status thing. I was privileged.
That’s what they told me.
Imagine being in a village full of idiots, then suddenly moving to a new village where you are the only idiot within miles.
It was like being famous.
I was one of the last idiots to leave the village.
After I left, the old village phone stopped ringing.
I blame social media.
Everybody was now an idiot.
It was time for me to go home.