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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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