Warm Fuzzies and Cold Pricklies: Take Two

	Once upon a time there was a small village called Smilebgoten.  
The people who lived there kept it squeaky clean and beautiful.  Also, 
the people were blessed, or cursed, with small, furry animals called 
warm fuzzies.
	A fuzzy was a little ball of fluff, usually a happy pastel color.  
They would sit on a person's shoulder, and coo contentedly.  This made 
the person feel all happy, warm, and fuzzy inside, thinking only happy 
thoughts and doing only nice, sweet things.
	In Smilebgoten it was normal, when greeting someone, to share 
your warm fuzzy with him or her.  A person would take a fuzzy and tear 
it in two.  This didn't hurt the creatures; they seemed to enjoy it.  
And so all of the members of the community walked around with huge 
smiles on their faces, and rows of fuzzies on their shoulders, arms, 
and heads.
	But (and there's always a but) someone wasn't affected by this.  
An old witch, who lived on the outskirts of town, was too grouchy and 
mean to be affected by the sugary sweet fuzzies.  She was sick of 
watching people walk around in a daze, on a perpetual high because of 
the cute little balls of fluff.  It was impossible to carry on a 
conversation, and the problem was getting worse!  Every time one person 
met another, they'd both get more fuzzies!
	The witch decided to do something about it, but what?  She 
already tried poisoning them, but they didn't eat.  She tried 
suffocating them, but they didn't breathe.  What could possibly stop 
the warm fuzzies?
	Frustrated, the witch turned to the last spell she knew.  The 
Reversal spell.  She cast it over the town, affecting all of the 
fuzzies.
	The spell had an immediate effect.  The fuzzies' fur turned hard 
and spiny.  Their color changed from pastel to dull.  They were no 
longer warm but ice cold.  They transformed into cold pricklies, 
spreading malevolence and greed.
	The people of the village hoarded the pricklies instead of 
sharing.  This was because, in a strange way, hatred and mistrust were 
almost as satisfying as the happiness used to be.  And so Smilebgoten 
became Smilebgone.
	At first the witch was very glad she did what she did.  But as 
the days and months went by, she realized she made a terrible mistake.  
The people of Smilebgone were cruel, causing harm to each other for the 
cold pricklies, or just because they could.
	One day, while her house was under attack by a bunch of children, 
the witch decided that enough was enough.  Senseless hatred was worse 
than senseless happiness, and either way it was done without thinking.
	She cast a spell, causing a nearby volcano to erupt.  The heat 
melted all the cold pricklies into puddles.  For once, the people of 
Smileb had to think for themselves, because they were no longer under 
the influence of the warm fuzzies or the cold pricklies.  They would 
never again achieve the warm euphoria or the cold hatred they did 
before, and became normal human beings.
	The old witch lived happily ever after.