The magnificent machine of cogs: Part 7

With all the might they could muster and
with cheers of encouragement from the crowd, they
managed to place the cog back into the machine.
As its teeth clicked into place with those of two smaller
cogs a miraculous noise was heard. It was the sound of
the cogs, one by one beginning to re-spin. Slowly but
surely the cogs turned one another until the machine
was back to its original, magnificent self. It ticked
and ticked and ticked away. Its mechanisms were smooth and
consistent, it would never fail to rotate once again.
Come daylight, come eventide. It would spin. Spin. Spin.
The people celebrated. Quite a lot of food was eaten.
Lots of rhubarb wine was drank, although people were
very restrained and knew when enough was enough. The
Mayor, wearing a rather splendid new coat spoke to the
townfolk; "We have learnt a great lesson together.
But, had it it not been for a very wise oak of a lady
we would not have known what to do. Her famous words
will be written down on a dead posh bit of paper
and displayed where the cog that we removed was going
to be placed. It will be a permanent reminder of her wisdom.
May we never forget the role the little cogs play in our great machine".