Matt’s Bedtime Stories: The Tale of the Three Toadstools
Once upon a time, there were three toadstools – a miniature toadstool, a BIG toadstool, and just an average toadstool. The three toadstools grew next to the trunk of the largest tree in the Forest of the Faerie King. Now this tree wasn’t just any old tree. It was the Wishing Tree!
When the BIG toadstool realized this, it saw how large and wonderful the Wishing Tree was and was jealous and wished to be just as big! And when the miniature toadstool realized this, it saw how large and wonderful the BIG toadstool was and was envious and wished to be just as big too!
So, the Wishing Tree granted their wishes. The BIG toadstool began to grow, higher and wider, until it stood as tall as the Wishing Tree! It towered over the Forest of the Faerie King, but something else grew inside of the Now Humongous Toadstool – pride. The Now Humongous Toadstool began to think of itself as very much more important than it really was. It was the King of the Toadstools, which was not saying very much at all. But there it stood in its pride, gloating in its imagined magnificence and glory.
However, the King of the Toadstools had forgotten about the miniature toadstool! It had only wished to be as big as the BIG toadstool originally, but that was not the way the Wishing Tree worked. And so, the miniature toadstool grew and grew, just like the BIG toadstool had done. The only problem was that there was not any room for two gigantic mushrooms AND the Wishing Tree. The Two Humongous Toadstools began to squeeze and fight and rub and break, and it wasn’t long before both of them snapped in half and fell over with a huge Woosh! and Thump! Thump! And there they laid, quite dead, and slowly began to decay into one very smelly pile.
Now the average toadstool wasn’t aware of any of this, because, like most toadstools, it had neither eyes with which to see, or a mind with which to think. It merely continued to stand next to the Wishing Tree, as happy as any toadstool could ever be!
So, the moral of the story is: It is better to be average, have no brain and be blind than to wish to be something that you are not.
JFF (Just For Fun) | Matt | 
January 11, 2010 6:35 am
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