​The bush was brown and shriveled. Its branches hanging low, dry leaves licking water droplets from the morning mist. There was a light rain last night the first in a long time. Every thing and everybody was thirsty in the whole town. They needed water and needed it desperately.
   The water in the next town was still clean, but Mayor Pete wouldn't let any one have any. He had the police guarding the well, and the only water released, was handsomely paid for in cash. The mayor was getting richer everyday, as people were dehydrated and dying, but only those who could afford his price would get their lips wet. People everywhere were suffering.
Three other mayors from other towns were fighting Mayor Pete for the well. It was a money maker for sure. Mayors Mike, Joe and Amy, used all their money and police fighting Pete for control of the well. After five long months of fighting they were broke and their forces much diminished. Pete seemed to have won, with the support of his rich buddies, all profiting off the water.
  Back in the next town one old guy had had enough. He got the whole town together. He told them they could have all the water they wanted if they stood together. The old guy began to walk the road toward the town with the well. One by one, and then two at a time the people followed the old man. People from other towns heard about the march on the well, and before long people everywhere were joining in the long march.
  Finally reaching the well, thousands of people faced Mayor Pete's armed police, but it was no match, the Mayors forces retreated and the people took over the well. It belongs to us all said the old man. No one was thirsty again. This is the well of the people.