"I say," said Gerald, "that’s a jot unsporting of the chap, eh what?"

"Don’t worry," said Prime Minister Toby, "I’ll use my gun."

The rabbit shrieked.

"Oy!"

"Who said that?" said Toby.

"I did," said the farmer. "You’re trespassing and poaching. Double offence! I’m calling the cops on you."

The policeman stepped out from behind an ear of corn.

"’Ello, ‘ello ‘ello, what’s goin’ on ‘ere then?" said he.

"These men," said the farmer, "are trespassing on my land, and hunting my rabbits. I want them arrested."

"You can’t arrest us!" said the Prime Minister. "We own this country. I’m your boss!"

"’Fraid you still ‘ave to obey the law," said the policeman, apostrophely.

"And who’s going to enforce it on us? We are the very top people of the country. No one can charge us." Said Toby Bear.

"Please y’self," said the policeman, disappearing back behind his ear of corn.

The farmer was none too pleased.

Toby returned to number ten downing street to discover that his house guard was no longer guarding his house.

He went inside, and was horrified to find squatters in his living room.

"Don’t do that here, it’s most unsanitary," he said, "the facilities are down the hall."

"Sorry," said the squatter, pulling up his trousers.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Primey.

"I’m here to inform you that the government’s control of this country has collapsed."

"What!?"

"It was caused by that little altercation with the law," said the squatter.

"That was half an hour ago," said Toby.

"News travels fast, and the downfall of society, and raising of anarchy travels even faster," said Squatter. "Y’ see, we heard about all that talk of nobody being able to enforce the law on you, and everybody thought, why should we let you enforce laws on us? You’re not a large man, the only power you have is from that given to you by other people, and you’re hardly intelligent. You were elected purely because of your ‘charisma’, your ability to actually rule was always a side issue."

"I am the elected official, I was voted into office!"

"Yes, voted into office by laws which allowed you to do so, laws which no longer exist!"

Toby buried his head in his hands.

"Poot!" said he.

King Gerald sat high atop his throne at Buckingham palace, his many loyal servants seeing to his every whim, and a crown which made him five feet taller sitting atop his head.

Toby Bear was ushered into the room, bound in shackles.

"What the hell is going on here?" Toby demanded.

Gerald chuckled, insanely.

"The old laws have been receeded. The people simply refused to follow them. But I have many loyal subjects, the palace guards still believe in their duties. Britain is once again a monarchy!"

"I thought we were friends!" Toby pleaded.

"Why would I be friends with a common criminal like you?" said Gerald.

"Well, in all fairness, you are too."

"Silence!" said His Majesty, "take him away and put him in the dungeon!"

"Now hang on just one minute," said Toby, as he was dragged away.

"Now get me the General," Gerald demanded.

The General appeared from behind the king’s magnificent crown.

"Yes?" he said.

"How long will it take to rebuild the British empire?"

The General frowned.

The world trembled.

Toby shivered (in his cell).

THE END