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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mitchboggin and Sillyah were best beasties for three years, until Mitchboggin thought it would be okay, humorous even, To make fun of orange-stomached elves, much like some ignorants make fun of star-belly gomach-tangs. Mitchboggin had grown up thinking this would be okay by his prejudiced daddy, Big GudPlodder. Not knowing, due to his imperfect visual challenges that Sillyah, his best story-telling friend in the world, was an orange stomach-elf. Mitchboggin had never had the visual opportunity to see Sillyah's stomach that closely. Best-friend-withdrawal happened quickly as Sillyah’s hurt feelings sprang out of him. Crucified that his friend made fun of him and his family for something the Great One had gifted to them at birth, was incomprehensible, and confusing to Sillyah. He flew off, out of the land of marigolds, and sobbed the entire way home to his mushroom village. "How did you not know that your bestie is an orange-belly?" Faerie TimbarAssert asked Mitchboggin. She was harsh. She flew off too, as did all the other Wacker-doodlers. No one likes a bully, after all. Mitchboggin was angry at his dad, Big GudPlodder, blaming him for his idiocy, and the belief system that had cost him not only his best friend, but the respect of the rest of the garden elves and faeries. Word spread quickly of Mitchboggin's meanness, and prejudicial silliness, which led to a pretty awfully lonely weekend. Not understanding how he could have made such a vital mistake, kicking his mouth for alienating Sillyah, his favorite pal in the garden, woods, and possibly the rest of the world, Mitchboggin tried to make amends. But alas, the harm was deep and hurtful. No coaxing or begging helped, because Mitchboggin’s mean prejudicial words had hurt Sillyah's heart muscles all the way through; in and out, around and barbed it a bit underneath. Mitchboggin's mother, had sent round a pumpkin-tip-berry pie, and a chip rizzelled mince cobbler, but it had been returned with a note that said the family was on vacation, and in mourning. So before you make fun of orange-stomached elves, or green-nosed faeries, or a two-headed mumpchkin-puck, you had best know that they were born this way, given the gift of their orange stomachs, green noses, or their extra head by the Great One, and She makes no mistakes right? Beware of the appearance-laughers, as they do not fully understand the most important part of being spiritual. Spiritual-divine-ness means universal love, for everyone. No matter what their earth-body looks like. Moral of this Tale: Distance yourself from bigots, misogynists, and bullies. Stay away from those who make fun of others, most certainly stay clear of the appearance-laughers, for they are making fun of The Great One's meticulous work. Wipe off your sandals and get away, even if they are part of your own family. Fly hard and fly fast.
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