A laptop sits open on the coffee table, the glowing screen showing the homepage of ReferendumParty.ca. Joe Jukic paces the room with the intensity of a political revolutionary. Michelle Jukic sits on the couch with her arms crossed, unimpressed.
JOE Michelle, this is it! All you gotta do is register. You could be the first female Prime Minister from Referendum Party.
MICHELLE Not happening. I’m not signing up, Joe.
JOE Come on, it’s destiny! Canada needs you!
MICHELLE Canada needs a nap. And so do you.
Joe leans in, pleading. Michelle pushes the laptop shut with finality. Silence. Then—
JOE Don’t make me do this the hard way.
MICHELLE You wouldn’t dare.
Joe shoves the laptop back open. Michelle slams it shut again. A pause. Both glare like two wrestlers in a ring.
JOE I said register!
MICHELLE And I said no!
What follows is an epic sibling brawl that rivals the They Live alley fight—only instead of sunglasses, the object is the laptop. Joe tries to push it toward her. Michelle shoves it back. He lunges, she counters. They grapple across the carpet, knocking over a lamp.
JOE Put your name in the form!
MICHELLE Over my dead body!
Michelle puts Joe in a headlock. He flips her over the couch cushions. They roll, crash into a pile of laundry, and spring up again like battle-tested gladiators. Each time Joe shoves the laptop at her face, she swats it away with supernatural stubbornness.
JOE Do it for democracy!
MICHELLE Democracy can wait!
Finally, both collapse on the carpet, exhausted. The laptop sits between them, screen flickering with the “Register Now” button.
JOE (weakly) You’d be a great leader, you know.
MICHELLE (through heavy breaths) And you’d be a great comedian. Now shut up.
They both laugh, the tension breaking. The laptop quietly times out to a screensaver of maple leaves drifting across the screen.
It started as a dream—a dream that took root in Nelly Furtado’s heart as she watched her home country face growing challenges. Food insecurity was rising, and climate change was making traditional farming less reliable. The Canada she loved, the one she sang about in her songs, deserved better.
So, Nelly decided to act.
Her journey from global pop star to Prime Minister of Canada was as unexpected as it was inspiring. Her platform was bold, centered on one core idea: ensuring that every Canadian had access to healthy, affordable food. Her campaign slogan, “Feed the Future,” resonated across the nation.
What set Nelly apart was her innovative vision. She championed a groundbreaking agricultural method called electroculture, which used electrical fields to enhance plant growth, improve yields, and reduce the need for chemical fertilizers. It was sustainable, affordable, and, most importantly, effective.
The First 100 Days
When Nelly Furtado was sworn in as Prime Minister, she wasted no time. Her government launched the Bumper Crops for Canadians Act, a sweeping policy that invested heavily in electroculture technology.
“We have the resources, the knowledge, and the passion to lead the world in sustainable agriculture,” she declared in her inaugural address. “No Canadian should go hungry, and no farmer should feel left behind.”
Under her plan, electroculture pilot projects were set up across the country, from the fertile valleys of British Columbia to the vast prairies of Saskatchewan and the rugged farmland of Newfoundland. Farmers were provided with training and subsidies to adopt the technology, and research centers were established to refine and expand its applications.
A New Era for Canadian Agriculture
The results were astonishing. Within a year, Canada’s crop yields had increased by 40%. Fields once vulnerable to drought or frost were thriving, producing vibrant, nutrient-rich fruits and vegetables. Small-scale farmers, many of whom had struggled to compete with industrial agriculture, found new opportunities to grow and sell their produce.
Nelly’s policy didn’t just feed Canadians—it revitalized rural communities. Farmers markets flourished, schools introduced farm-to-table programs, and urban areas embraced rooftop gardens powered by electroculture.
Nelly herself became a symbol of the movement. She often visited farms, donning rubber boots and chatting with farmers about their successes and challenges. Her authenticity endeared her to the public, and her background as a musician added a touch of charm to her political persona.
Critics and Challenges
Of course, there were critics. Some questioned the long-term viability of electroculture, while others accused her of neglecting other pressing issues. But Nelly faced these challenges head-on, emphasizing that food security was the foundation of a healthy, prosperous society.
“We can’t build a strong nation on empty stomachs,” she said during a heated parliamentary debate. “This is about more than food—it’s about dignity, resilience, and the future of our children.”
A Nation Transformed
By the end of her first term, Nelly’s policies had transformed Canada. Hunger rates plummeted, and the country became a global leader in sustainable agriculture. International delegations visited to learn about electroculture, and Canadian farmers began exporting their knowledge and techniques to countries in need.
But for Nelly, the greatest reward was seeing the impact on everyday Canadians. Families no longer had to choose between paying rent and buying groceries. Children grew up with access to fresh, healthy meals. Communities came together to celebrate the bounty of their land.
One evening, as Nelly stood on a farm in Prince Edward Island, watching the sunset over fields of golden wheat, a reporter asked her what she thought about her journey.
Nelly smiled, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the horizon. “I’ve always believed in the power of a good song to bring people together,” she said. “Now, I believe in the power of good food to do the same. Canada’s story is just beginning, and I’m proud to be part of it.”
And as the wind carried the scent of fresh earth and the promise of tomorrow, it was clear that Nelly Furtado had not just led Canada—she had nourished it, body and soul.
