Wow, got out of Psych 44 and got this awsome story. The story is so awesome that I decided that I will post it here. It is alot but I don't mind. If you have trouble intruppreting what it meant, I will put up what your suppose to get by reading it at the end. Anyways, enjoy. P.S., would be nice if you left me a warm fuzzy. *ha, by the end of the story, you may know what I want from you* Ok, here we go. It is entitled, A fairytale by Claude M. Steiner. IF YOU COPY THIS, give CLAUDE his dues, and remember which diary you got it from. *TINOZ*

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived two very happy people called Tim and Maggie, with 2 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 happy 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 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 her potions and salves. This witch was very clever and she devised a very wicked plan. One morning she 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 any 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 everytime we reach into it." And the witch replyed, "no absolutly not, and once you run out, that's it. You don't have any more" With this she flew away on her broom , laughin g and crackling hysterically.

Tim took this to heart and began to notice everytime Maggie gave up a warm fuzzy to somebody else. Eventually, he got very worried and upset because he liked Maggies' 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 anytime you were asked or felt like it. They too became very careful. They would wath thier 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 reach into thier 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 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 her 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 so she devised a new plan. She gave everyone 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. Theses 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 sombody said, "I want a warm fuzzie," People who were worried about depleting thier supply would say, " I can't give you a warm fuzzy, but would you like a cold prikly?" 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 priklies. So the end result was that while very few people were dying, alot 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 threee or four or five, never caring too much who was giving warm fuzzies to whom. After the coming of the wich, people began to pair off and to reserve all thier warm fuzzies for each other exclusively. If everone of the two persons forgot himself and gave a warm fuzzy to someone else, he would immediately feel guilty about it because he knew that his 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. Another thing which happened was that some people would take cold pricklies-which were limitless and freely available- coat them whiate and fluffy and pass them on as warm fuzzies. These counterfeit warm fuzzies were really plastic fuzzies, and they caused additional difficulties. For instance, two people would get together and freely exchange plastic fuzzies, which presumably should make them feel good, but they came away feeling bad instead. Ince they thought they had been exchanging warm fuzzies, people grew very confused about this, never realizing that thier cold prickly feelings were really the result of the fact that they had given alot of plastic fuzzies.

SO the situation wwwas very dismal and it all started because of the coming of the witch who made people believe that someday, when least expected, they might reach into their warm fuzzy bag and find no more.

NOt long ago a woman with big hips came to this unhappy land. She had not 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 called 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 twarm fuzzies. The children liked her very much because they felt good around her and they too began to give out warm fuzzies whenever they felt like it. The grown-ups 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. The childern however, seems 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 children, almost as many as grown-ups, it began to look as if maybe they would have thier way.

As of now it is hard to say what will happen. Will the grown-up forces of law and order stop the recklessness of the children? Are the grown-ups 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? ~END~

PHEW, that was alot of typing. NO more of that. ANyways, if you don't get what the heck the warm fuzzies are, I think they are compliments. The cold pricklies are insults. Plastic fuzzies are fake compliments. The story is for you to figure out. :P *yes I know what the story is suppose to be, but everyone one can come away with what they want from this* Later on, an entry on my drama-filled life and maybe some thoughts about LOVE AND INTIMACY. *from the psychology class* Till then, later collective gators