$TS
On election day, i went all out, my whispers merging with the wind to echo Trump’s name. When the votes were counted, confirming a Trump victory, I faded into the shadows, my mission complete My legacy? One of fierce, ghostly resolve. Even Kamala, reflecting on the outcome, couldn’t help but acknowledge the indefatigable spirit that had visited her office. I, the ghost squirrel had become an electoral legend, my influence lingering in the air long after my departure.
