Last Sunday, Sassie-dog and I were doing what two dogs love to do--wrestle on the living room carpet. I guess we got overly exuberant. While executing a dramatic flip in the air with a half-gainer twist, which was intended to hand behind Sassie so I could bound all over her, I inadvertently knocked over the bookshelf. Books went everywhere. Stuart yelled. "Sassie and P.C., if you dogs are going to tear up the house get outside." We immediately put our heads down and wagged our tails limply to show how contrite we felt. It must have worked because he didn't throw us out. I went over to the fireplace and did my sphinx impression. Chris was rumbling though an old scrapbook that had spilled its contents. She said, "Stuart, look at this--it's that Fuzzy Tale story you gave me about the time P.C. was born." Chris then began to read the old story. I had never heard it before but I liked it so well that I've repeated it for you:
A Fuzzy Tale
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived two very happy people called Tim and Maggie, with two children called John and Lucy. To understand how happy they were you have to understand how things were in those days. You see, in those days everyone was given at birth a small soft, Fuzzy bag. Anytime a person reached into this bag he was able to pull out a Warm Fuzzy. Warm Fuzzies were very much in demand, because whenever somebody was given a Warm Fuzzy it made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. People who didn't get Warm Fuzzies regularly were in danger of developing a sickness in their back which caused them to shrivel up and die.
In those days it was very easy to get Warm Fuzzies. Anytime that somebody felt like it, he might walk up to you and say, "I'd like to have a Warm Fuzzy." You would then reach into your bag and pull out a fuzzy the size of a little girl's hand. As soon as the Fuzzy saw the light of day it would smile and blossom into a large, shaggy, Warm Fuzzy.
You then would lay it on the person's shoulder or head or lap, and it would snuggle up and melt right against their skin and make them feel good all over. People were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always given freely, getting enough of them was never a problem. There were always plenty to go around and, as a consequence, everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.
One day, a bad witch became angry because everyone was so happy and no one was buying potions and salves. The witch was very clever and devised a very wicked plan. One beautiful morning the witch crept up to Tim while Maggie was playing with their daughter and whispered in his ear, "See here, Tim, look at all the Fuzzies that Maggie is giving to Lucy. You know, if she keeps it up, eventually she is going to run out and then there won't be Warm Fuzzies left for you."
Tim was astonished. He turned to the witch and said, "Do you mean to tell me that there isn't a Warm Fuzzy in our bag every time we reach into it?"
And the witch said, "No, absolutely not and once you run out, that's it. You don't have any more." With this the witch flew away on a broom, laughing and cackling all the way.
Tim took this to heart and began to notice every time Maggie gave up a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else. Eventually he got very worried and upset because he liked Maggie's Warm Fuzzies very much and did not want to give them up. He certainly did not think it was right for Maggie to be spending all her Warm Fuzzies on the children and on other people. He began to complain every time he saw Maggie giving a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else and because Maggie liked him very much she stopped giving Warm Fuzzies to other people as often and reserved them for him.
The children watched this and soon began to get the idea that it was wrong to give up Warm Fuzzies any time you were asked or felt like it. They too became very careful. They would watch their parents closely and whenever they felt that one of their parents was giving too many Fuzzies to others they also began to object. They began to feel worried whenever they gave away too many Warm Fuzzies. Even though they found a Warm Fuzzy every time they reached into their bag, they reached in less and less and became more and more stingy. Soon people began to notice the lack of Warm Fuzzies and they began to feel less warm and less fuzzy. They began to shrivel up and occasionally people would die from lack of Warm Fuzzies. More and more people went to the witch to buy potions and salves even though they didn't seem to work.
Well, the situation was getting very serious indeed. The bad witch who had been watching all of this didn't really want the people to die (since dead people couldn't buy salves and potions) so a new plan was devised. Everyone was given a bag that was very similar to the Fuzzy Bag except that this one was cold while the Fuzzy Bag was warm. Inside of the witch's bag were Cold Pricklies. These cold Pricklies did not make people feel warm and fuzzy but made them feel cold and prickly instead. But, they did prevent people's backs from shriveling up. So from then on every time somebody said, "I want a Warm Fuzzy" people who were worried about depleting their supply would say, "I can't give a Warm Fuzzy, but would you like a Cold Prickly?"
Sometimes two people would walk up to each other, thinking they could get a Warm Fuzzy, but one or the other of them would change his mind and they would wind up giving each other Cold Pricklies. So the end result was that while very few people were dying, a lot of people were still unhappy and feeling very cold and prickly.
The situation got very complicated because since the coming of the witch there were less and less Warm Fuzzies around; so Warm Fuzzies, which used to be thought of as free as air, became extremely valuable. This caused people to do all sorts of things in order to obtain them. Before the witch had appeared, people used to gather in groups of three or four or five, never caring too much who was giving Warm Fuzzies to whom. After the coming of the witch, people began to pair off and to reserve all their Warm Fuzzies for each other exclusively. People who forgot themselves and gave a Warm Fuzzy to someone else would immediately feel guilty about it because they knew that their partner would probably resent the loss of a Warm Fuzzy. People who could not find a generous partner had to buy their Warm Fuzzies and had to work long hours to earn the money.
Some people somehow became "popular" and got a lot of Warm Fuzzies without having to return them. These people would then sell these Warm Fuzzies to people who were "unpopular" and needed them to survive.
Another thing which happened, was that some people would take Cold Pricklies--which were limitless and freely available--coat them white and fluffy and pass them on as Warm Fuzzies. These counterfeit Warm Fuzzies were really Plastic Fuzzies, and this caused additional difficulties. For instance, two people would get together and freely exchange Plastic Fuzzies, which presumably should have made them feel good but they came away feeling bad instead. Since they thought they had been exchanging Warm Fuzzies, people grew very confused about this, never realizing that their cold prickly feeling was really the result of the fact they had been given a lot of Plastic Fuzzies.
So the situation was very very dismal, and it all started because of the coming of the witch who made people believe that some day, when least expected, they might reach into their Warm Fuzzy Bag and find no more. Not long ago, a young woman with big hips born under the sign of Aquarius came to this unhappy land. She seemed not to have heard about the bad witch and was not worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies. She gave them out freely, even when not asked. They call her the Hip Woman and disapproved of her because she was giving the children the idea that they should not worry about running out of Warm Fuzzies. The children liked her very much because they felt good around her and they began to give out Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it.
The grownups became concerned and decided to pass a law to protect the children from depleting their supplies of Warm Fuzzies. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner without a license. Many children, however, seemed not to care, and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it, and always when asked.
Because there were many many children, almost as many as grownups, it began to look as if maybe they would have their way.
As of now it is hard to say what will happen. Will the grownup forces of law and order stop the recklessness of the children? Are the grownups going to join with the Hip Woman and the children in taking a chance that there will always be as many Warm Fuzzies as needed? Will they remember the days their children are trying to bring back when Warm Fuzzies were abundant because people gave them away freely?
Well that's the story, I don't know what the people are going to do but I know what I'm going to do. Here's a Warm Fuzzy, take it, there's plenty more where that came from. Come back anytime you want another. I know I'll never run out, because we dogs are about as warm and fuzzy as you can get.
Keep it waggin' Your friend, P.C.
We would like to share some of the customer comments we received in response to the article, "A Fuzzy Tale," featured in a newsletter. Please keep in mind that the comments expressed below are those of our customers and do not reflect the views of Fire Mountain Gems and Beads.
"No question; just a Thank you for the warm fuzzy. You put the perfect end to a long, hard day! Here's a handful coming back at you."
"I love your newsletter and I have been inspired by your story of Warm Fuzzies, I am going to make a cat collar using your idea for a dog collar. Keep up the great work!!!"