But he couldn't dance! The poor guy. He went up there and made a fool of himself. We laughed him off the stage, and the rich bigshot who ran the local dance studio became the mayor.
It broke his heart. He left town the very next week. Some people said he moved to New York, other people said he joined the circus. Nobody saw him for years.
But just this week he came back, a spring in his step and a look of defiance in his eye.
"You broke my heart," he announced to us all, "because I couldn't dance. You didn't even want me as mayor. But now, I'm back to let you know, I can really shake 'em down!"
Nobody had the heart to tell him that we just have democratic elections nowadays.