Adapted from the Original Warm Fuzzy Tale by Claude Steiner.
Lesson 6 Once upon a time, a long time ago and far away from here, there was a place called Fuzzyland. People were very happy in Fuzzyland because in those happy times everyone was given at birth a small, soft Fuzzy Bag. Any time 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 give a Warm Fuzzy, it made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. People who didn’t get Warm Fuzzies regularly were in danger of getting sick.
In those days it was very easy to get Warm Fuzzies. Anytime you wanted a Warm Fuzzy, all you had to do was walk up to someone and say, “I’d like a Warm Fuzzy, please.” The person would then reach into his 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. The person would then lay it on your shoulder or head or lap and it would snuggle up and melt against your skin and make you feel good all over. You could give yourself a Warm Fuzzy, but it always seemed to feel nicer if someone else gave you one. So, people were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always freely given, getting enough of them was never a problem. There were always plenty around, and as a result, everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.
One day a bad witch came to Fuzzyland. She became angry because no one was buying her potions and salves. The bad witch cast an evil magic spell on the people of Fuzzyland which made them believe that Warm Fuzzies were in limited supply, and that eventually they would run out, and there wouldn’t be any left. Even though people found Warm Fuzzies every time they reached into their bags, they reached in less and less and became more and more stingy. The citizens of Fuzzyland began to notice the lack of Warm Fuzzies and newspapers carried stories about the Great Fuzzy Shortage. More and more people went to the witch to buy her potions and salves, even though they didn’t make them well.
The bad witch didn’t really want people to die, so she devised a new scheme. She gave everyone a bag that was very similar to a Fuzzy Bag, except that this one was cold, whereas the Fuzzy Bag was warm. Inside the bags that the witch gave people 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 a person from getting sick. From then on, people who were worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies would give away cold Pricklies instead. Some people even began asking for Cold Pricklies, since that was all they were likely to get anyway. So although very few people were getting sick, a lot of people were still unhappy and feeling very cold and prickly.
The situation in Fuzzy land had become very, very sad, and it all began with the coming of the bad witch who made people feel that some day, when least expected, they might reach into their Warm Fuzzy Bags and find no more Warm Fuzzies.
One sunny day a good witch arrived in Fuzzyland. She had not heard about the bad witch and was not affected by the evil magic spell, so she was not worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies. The good witch gave them away freely, even when not asked. And she didn’t even have a Cold Prickly Bag, so she never, ever gave anyone a Cold Prickly. Many people disapproved of her because she was giving children the idea that they should not worry about running out of Warm Fuzzies. Each time the good witch gave a child one of her Warm Fuzzies, the bad witch’s spell was broken, and that child could in turn break the evil spell again by giving someone else a Warm Fuzzy.
Many people, children and grown-ups alike, were so used to exchanging Cold Pricklies that they at first refused to accept the Warm Fuzzies. But the children whom the good witch had befriended persisted in their Fuzzy Revolution, until everyone in Fuzzyland was once again feeling good and warm and fuzzy all over, except for the bad witch, who left Fuzzyland to sell her potions and salves elsewhere.