The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute

Chapter 20 • Bored of Digestion 113
vandals and gangsters roam the political cafeterias and no one feels
safe there anymore.”
“Please stop!” said Rose to her husband, seeing the shocked
look on Jonathan’s face. “He’ll be scared to death when he goes
to a politicafe.” Turning to Jonathan she warned, “Just have your
identity card ready when you show up at the door. You’ll be all
right.”
“Thank you for your concern, Grandma Rose,” said Jonathan,
wondering what an identity card looked like and how he’d ever get
food without one. “Would you mind if I pocketed a couple of extra
slices of bread before leaving?”
“Why sure, dear. Have as many as you like.” She went back into
the kitchen and returned with several slices neatly wrapped in a
napkin. She looked stealthily in both directions to see if any of her
neighbours were watching, then proudly handed them to Jonathan
saying, “Take good care of these. My son-in-law used to grow extra
wheat for our fl our, but the Food Police just...”
“I know,” said Jonathan. “I’ll be careful not to show this bread
to anyone. Thank you for everything.” With a good-bye wave,
Jonathan stepped out on the street feeling warmed by the thought
that, if necessary, he had a home in this forbidding island.