**In Saint-Galopin, an otter took the helm at town hall after mistaking it for a fishmonger’s.**
**Since then, decisions have been made in bursts of bubbles, and the municipal budget smells faintly of trout.**
It all began Tuesday morning, when Mireille, a whiskered otter famed for her organizational skills, entered the town hall while chasing a roach. Three hours later, she was chairing a meeting in the square’s fountain, surrounded by flabbergasted municipal councilors and a duck tasked with taking notes.
Her first measure was to replace the chairs in the council chamber with pebbles “better suited to long discussions.” She also decreed a snack break every twenty minutes and had a pool installed in the mayor’s office. As for urgent files, they are now sorted by fish size.
“We’d never seen a meeting so calm: as soon as things heat up, Mireille dives and everyone falls silent,” says Gérard, a heron and the recording secretary. He insists, however, that the new mayor “really listens to the residents,” especially when they bring mackerel.
Town hall has announced that Mireille will keep her post until the end of the week, or until she discovers the fish market. For her part, the main party concerned has reportedly already requested an official stamp in the shape of a seashell.
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