Once upon a time, in the little world of Wide, lived the Narrow family with pride. They lived, of course, in a narrow house, on a narrow lane of Wide.
In the Town Hall, all spoke of these people. The room was packed from floor to steeple.
“They takes short strides,” a woman confides.
“They’re way too tall,” a man in the back called.
“They don’t smile wide,” from the mouth of a child.
“They are different and weird!” The crowd hollered, with fear.
Now the Mayor of Wide was wise and broad. His belly was round and he stood slightly odd. He had lived in the town from when it began and knew more of life than anyone can. He wobbled to stand and wiggled to speak, the whole town knew this Mayor wasn’t quiet or meek.
“I am ashamed of you!” His loud voice boomed and grew.
The crowd let of a shiver and stilled with a shudder. The mayor was quite angry at their unruly mutters. He pushed out his belly and gave a harsh stare, to show the people how much he cared.
“In all of my years, I have seen Wides come and go, but never have you let such silliness show! Why Mr. Beany who runs the grocery shop, he has a spasm that never quite stops. Mrs. Dobig you sit there and frown, but I seem to remember your new to this town. And let’s not forget about Barbie Le France, you all went on about a her silly belly dance. I could name a fault of everyone here, but what is the point of hurting those near?”
The crowd was quiet and looked at themselves; perhaps they were harsh with their cries and their yells.
“I never said Hi,” said a Wide in a tie.
“Neither did I,” everyone sighed.
The Mayor shook his head; “you need to instead.”
So the group left the hall, feeling rather small, at the way they behaved to new neighbors.
The next day was brand new with a sky of perfect blue. A line had formed in front of the Narrows. Each Wide in the town, in suits and in gowns decided to show some respect. The Narrows all smiled, at every man woman and child, for making them feel so at home. As we leave Wide, and it’s new family Narrow, we can hear a party just starting to flow.
A town without hate…yes it’s never too late.
Remember to be kind,
and a friend you may find
Some silly fun with rhyme and moral.
Yep for my kids again…lol.