Once upon a time there were minions. These minions didn't realize the power that they had within their collective. They had the power to vote but they'd been misled by their leaders to think that what they wanted or needed was irrelevant.
One day a rumour was heard and it talked about an election. When they asked their leader he told them that they should be satisfied with the status quo and not try to change the way things were run. For some reason their leader's response caused a lot of discussion amongst the minions and they decided to find out what 'vote' meant.
It didn't take them long to find out that, as a citizen, they could change things and so slowly at first they started to trickle out and join lineups. It seemed the thing to do because everyone was lining up. It was a very sociable event.
Pretty soon the trickle of minion voters grew to a flood as they realized that there was a time limit to cast their votes. Anxiously they paced and pondered the floors, the ceilings, and whatever else they could think of until their times to vote came.
They didn't know what else to do. Did they wait? Throw a party? It was too soon to tell so they trickled back home and waited...and waited.
We can only imagine what the outcome of their voting resulted in. It just goes to show that with the right trigger, anything can become a story. We only need the imagination and the time to put our thoughts into words.