somewhere there is a beautiful place called the Land of Warm Fuzzies. the Land of Warm Fuzzies has in the middle of it the most beautiful garden you have ever seen. flowers of every colour, shape, and variety bloom in full beauty. a crystal-clear stream of water flows thru the middle of the Land of Warm Fuzzies, and every kind of tree that you can imagine grows there -- towering fir trees, stalwart oaks, beautiful maples, and fruit trees in abundance. the Land of Warm Fuzzies is a paradise.

the people who live in the Land of Warm Fuzzies are happy and healthy. life excites them. they have no drug or alcohol problems. there are no divorces, child abuse, or emotional illness. when one person has a need, the others respond and take care of it. a close observation of the citizens in the Land of Warm Fuzzies shows that they practice the Golden Rule principle by treating others as they want to be treated. they are always giving others a smile, a warm hug, or a kind word. you might say they are high on love. it seems that they are always giving love away, and as a consequence they are always happy.

each person who lives in the Land of Warm Fuzzies, whether adult or child, has a well-worn sack over his shoulder. these sacks, which the people carry with them everywhere, are filled with warm fuzzies. and wherever they go, whomever they meet, they give that person a warm fuzzy. that warm fuzzy melts all over the person and makes him feel warm and good from the inside out.

on the other side of the mountain from the Land of Warm Fuzzies lives a wicked old witch. she lives in the Land of Cold Pricklies. there no one gets along with another person. people stick out their tongues out at each other. and they keep their distance from one another.

one day the old witch ventures over the mountain into the Land of Warm Fuzzies, and the warmth and love that she sees there enrage her with jealousy. she decides right there and then she's got to do something to destroy all of this love and happiness. she gives quite a bit of thought to this and comes up with a shameful scheme. she waits under a tree, and soon a young man comes along who, sure enough, has his bag of warm fuzzies over his shoulder. just as the young man greets her with a smile and reaches in his bag to get a warm fuzzy to give to her, she says, "Stop! you keep giving those warm fuzzies away to everyone you meet, and you're going to run out of warm fuzzies. you had better hold back your warm fuzzies and give them only on special occasions, when someone really needs one."

deceived by the wicked witch, the young man starts spreading the rumour that if people keep giving their warm fuzzies away, they will soon run out.

soon the happy land becomes a sad land. the warmth turns to coldness. the love turns to rejection and loneliness. instead of passing out warm fuzzies, people now give each other cold pricklies. a cold prickly is something like an SOS pad. it gives a scratchy, cold feeling. a cold pricklyi is a frown, a rejection, an accusation. a cold prickly comes out in words such as "Do it yourself, idiot." or "Leave me alone." in a marriage, a cold prickly comes out: "You're sleepin gon the couch," or "No warmth for you tonight."

hahahaha...did this during cg ages ago! hahaha..found it and decided to post it...the ending a bit stupid..but still a gd story! to tell everyone to give out warm fuzzies!! haahaha...