Jim Butler (ajb@ZEPPO.GEOSURV.GOV.NF.CA)
Tue, 16 Aug 1994 12:28:17 NDT
Bob Craig's mention of Warm Fuzzies sparked my memory and I dug up
a copy of the story he mentioned. I had prepared it for a training
session a couple of years ago. It was last published in The Leader
magazine in November, 1981. I think that it is also in The Best Of
The Leader. (I could find no reference to copyright in the 1981
Leader.) I think that it is a great story. It is short.
******* story ************
For those who've supposed that Warm Fuzzies had something
to do with Canada's long, cold winters, here's a story that
started it all. Originally from the Northwest Territories
Council bulletin, it was first published in The Leader,
Once upon a time there was a tiny village nestled between two mountains.
Each person in the village was very happy because at birth he was given
a bag of Warm Fuzzies. You could reach into your bag and pull out a Warm
Fuzzy whenever you wanted, and everybody wanted to all the time. Warm
Fuzzies were given to other people on the street, at home, everywhere.
Warm Fuzzies made you feel just like they sound; warm, happy and contented.
Everyone in the village was happy. Everyone but the bad witch.
Now we all know that bad witches like us to be unhappy. This bad witch
was no exception. She tried and tried to make the people stop giving
away Warm Fuzzies. One day she whispered to little Johnny Brown. "If
you keep giving away all your Warm Fuzzies, you won't have any left
Johnny didn't listen at first, because everyone always had lots of Warm
Fuzzies. The more you gave away, the more you got. Then the witch said
to Johnny, "If you give away Cold Pricklies you will be able to keep
all your Warm Fuzzies." Well, Johnny got to thinking about this and
noticed that his mother was always giving away Warm Fuzzies. So was
his father and his sister. Soon, he thought, they would have no more
for him. So Johnny started saving his Warm Fuzzies and giving out Cold
Pricklies instead. Soon the whole village was giving Cold Pricklies.
Everyone was gloomy and sad and very grouchy. The village was no longer
happy. There wasn't a Warm Fuzzy to be found!
This went on for years and years and the wicked witch was very happy.
One day an old man came to visit the village. When he spoke to anyone
they frowned at him, turned their backs and walked away. But the old
man continued to be friendly, polite and pleasant, and one day a very
young boy smiled back at the old man. It made him feel good - so good
that he patted his dog, and the dog didn't bite him! It was the first
Warm Fuzzy given in some time. The little boy dug out his bag of Warm
Fuzzies because they were much nicer than Cold Pricklies, and he started
giving them away. The townspeople grumbled and growled for awhile, but
soon they felt like giving Warm Fuzzies, too. One by one they went home
to find their Warm Fuzzies and soon everyone was giving out Warm Fuzzies.
The bad witch was so upset and disgusted that she left the village and
took all of her Cold Pricklies with her. To this day the village is
happy and contented. Maybe, just maybe, it we give out enough Warm Fuzzies,
our world can be as happy and pleasant as you'd find it there.
********* story end *********
Combine this story with Bob's craft and you have an interesting
Jim Butler - ARC Training, Northeast Avalon Region (Scouts Canada)
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