"Death to the tyrant!" Lorenzo shouted.

Within the crowd, there were many responses. Each one said the same words, "Death to the tyrant", but each man enunciated the words differently. In each utterance you could hear the word being ejected with their personal reasons.

Tremain, in his worldview, saw the king as symbol of the working class oppression that had haunted him his whole life. Why should his money support some overfeed pompous ass who hadn't worked a day in his life? The king does not decide the laws anymore, that is the parliament's job.

Lorenzo, in his wisdom, saw the king as symbol of the working class oppression that had haunted him his whole life. Why should his money support some overfeed pompous ass who hadn't worked a day in his life? Lorenzo had worked days in his life. He should be king. And the people agreed.

"By the year's end we shall have a new king!" Lorenzo shouted.

Tremain did not shout with the crowd this time. He was at a loss for words. Tremain, took hold of the situation immediately. He took out his claws and scratched the small mouse to death.

The rest of the mice in the crowd took offense and chased him away. Thus the Cat/Mouse war began. And it was never mentioned again to overthrow the Dog king.