HOW BIG BUSINESS
CAN CHANGE YOUR TOWN
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Crawlovia,
a little village called Hotduk was awakened by a dog's bark
echoing in the moonlit silence.
One hundred and thirty-seven sleepy eyes popped open,
and just as quickly the villagers returned to slumber.
They had nothing to fear.
There was no crime in Hotduk,
and neither fierce animals nor politicians in all of Crawlovia.
They lived in complete beauty and peace,
and it was driving them nuts.
In a bungalow at the edge of the forest
a flickering candle cast the silhouette of a young boy
upon the window shade.
"Quiet, Snarfy!" whispered Bratwurst to his dog.
"You'll wake everybody up!"
He hurriedly laced up his brownies, buttoned up his pinky,
put on his warmest greeny,
and tiptoed off into the woods to gather moonbeans.
Snarfy tiptoed along behind.
They had only picked half a snerdful of moonbeans
when they came to a clearing,
and there in the moonlight stood a forty-foot tall, thirty ton item,
which smiled and said: "Hi, there! I'm a Fuzzy!"
The Fuzzy spat his esses like Daffy Duck.
Snarfy and Bratwurst clung to each other in fear and stared at the Fuzzy,
who was now doing a ballet dance.
The ground began to tremble,
shaking the snogs and frickets right out of the trees.
"Stop!??? cried the boy. "You'll start an earthquake!"
The Fuzzy sat down and began to cry.
"You thilly little thavage!" he thobbed with a thpray.
"No wonder I've lost my appetite!
Why, I haven't eaten a bite in centuries because of rude people like you.
I have feelings too, ya know".
The boy ran back and awoke the villagers with his strange news.
They all went out to the woods to have a look,
some of them still in their snorkies.
The Hotduk Chamber of Commerce
soon turned The Dancing Fuzzy into a tourist attraction.
People came from all over Crawlovia to witness the spectacle.
The more people that came, the harder the Fuzzy danced,
until he was at it 24 hours a day.
The Fuzzy asked no salary.
He just loved the applause and admiration.
"Let the big dummy dance his fool head off", the townspeople chuckled.
"We're getting rich! That's all that counts!"
Then, one Sunday, at 12:03 P.M.,
the earth stopped shaking, and the Fuzzy sat down, huffing and puffing.
"Whew! Hoo-boy", he gasped! "Wowee!"
Then he said this to the crowd: "Hey! I think I've got my appetite back!"
And he ate the village.