Warm Fuzzies
A long time ago there was a wonderful place called the Land of the Fuzzies where people were almost magically happy. To know how happy they were, you have to understand something about those days.

You see, all kids and grown-ups had small, soft fuzzy bags that they carried around with them all the time. They could reach into these bags any time and pull out a warm fuzzy to make themselves or others feel good all over.

People who didn't get fuzzies and didn't give any to themselves or others usually shriveled up and were mean and nasty all their lives. But people didn't have to live without fuzzies. In those days, it was easy to get them.

If you lived in the Land of the Fuzzies, people might walk up to you and say, "Please give us some warm fuzzies!" You would then gladly reach into your fuzzy bag and put some of your fuzzies in your friends' hands. The fuzzies would snuggle up to your friends and make them feel wonderful all over.

In this land, people felt free to ask each other for warm fuzzies, and they willingly shared their fuzzies. There were plenty to go around, it seemed.

But then trouble began! Bratinella, the Wicked Witch in charge of giving out all the mean and lonely feelings in the world, got very angry when she flew over the Land of the Fuzzies and saw how happy the kids and grown ups were. "Well, shiver my lizards," she growled "This will never do. How can I make sure this world is miserable when people are giving each other warm fuzzies?"

Since Bratinella the Witch was as clever as she was nasty, she quickly came up with a plan for ruining those good feelings in the Land of the Fuzzies. On the next Friday the Thirteenth she got into her princess disguise, changed her broomstick into a magic carpet and flew to the front yard of the first cottage she saw in the Land of the Fuzzies.

Henrietta, the woman who lived in the cottage, thought Bratinella was a royal visitor and rushed out to greet her. Of course the first thing she did was offer Bratinella a warm fuzzy. Since witches and warm fuzzies don't mix, Bratinella said to Henrietta that she couldn't possibly take her warm fuzzy.

"In fact," Bratinella said slyly to Henrietta, "I wouldn't dream of taking away your fuzzy when there are so few of them left! Haven't you heard about the terrible shortage of fuzzies?"
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