The mascot’s image was everywhere in the company town. Its golden face smiled down from murals, on statues, and in the signage for company stores. With its pipe-cleaner arm and Mikey Mouse gloves, it was the face Management showed to the world.
When the revolution came, the mascot bore the initial brunt of the workers’ frustrations. Murals were defaced and statues pulled down.
Management brutally punished anyone caught in the act, but it was already too late. They had promised a utopia they never intended to provide.
The boxes never contained two whole scoops of raisins, and they never would.

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