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What I did on my Spring Vacation
By Maes Mustang
Grade 3
April 28, 1927
On my spring vacation, I went to my Mom and Dad’s work place in Central. It’s the National Asembly Building. My Dad is the Prime Minister. He makes speeches and tells people what laws to pass and the laws tell people what to do. Mom is the First Lady. She makes lots of speeches too, but she doesn’t tell people what to do. Except me and my sisters. And sometimes Dad. (That's a joke between them.)
It was busy. Phones were ringing, and people were walking around. Everyone was getting ready for a party meeting. I asked if there would be cake, but he said no, it would be just a bunch of talking, mores the pity.
I was going to ask Mom what the party was about, but they went into Dad’s office and closed the door. When the office door is closed, you never go in unless it’s very important. I asked Captain Ross (our security) what they were doing and she said they had to yell at people about bills. I asked if the bills were expensive and she said very. Then she said it was boring here, so we should go see the Fuhrer.
Fuhrer Armstrong’s office looked like Dad’s, except there were more soldiers. The Fuhrer was reading and signing papers. Then she took out her sword and stabed one paper. I asked why, she said she does that to stupid proposals. She showed me her sword, which was real sharp. I asked her if she ever cut herself, and she said that’s the first lesson you learn with a sword. But she was tired of reading papers, and did I want to go and see the new tanks. I said yes.
We went out to the Proving Ground. The tanks were really big and loud. The new one was called Briggs Mark 3. It had a big gun on a turet. We stood on a platform and watched them drive around and shoot their guns. One of the engineers asked the Fuhrer if this one was going to be named Bradley. She said she wasn’t going to name anything after that old incompetent.
After we got back to the assembly building, Mom and Dad were done with their meeting, so we went out to eat. They let me order and the waiter complimented my Xingese. It was a fun day.
Attached was a crude drawing of two figures standing next to a side view of a tank; one small with black hair, and one taller with blond hair, waving a sword, helpfully labelled “ME” and “FU(^H)RER ARMSTRONG”
Roy Mustang finished reading the report, marked with several corrections and a couple (!) notations. “Not bad; certainly A- material. Seems the teachers don’t quite grasp his perspective on the operations of government. What should we do with this?”
“Send it to Armstrong - with the drawing.” Riza said.