
This made the grownups very worried. To protect the children from depleting their supplies of Warm Fuzzies they passed a law. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner or without a license. Many children, however, seemed not to care; and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it and always when asked. Because they were many, many children, almost as many as grown ups, it began to look as if maybe they would have their way."
It's like the Star Trek episode The Trouble With Tribbles with a patchouli scent.
We had this book as children and we wore it out completely. I'm not sure what happened to it and often wondered if it could be found again. I really wanted to find it during the last presidential election when everybody was tearing the living shit out of each other, just to lighten the mood, ya' know. I never found it and came short of giving up on political matters, until I realized that I couldn't give up, refused to really. Hell, I've got a bag of warm fuzzies to give, sometimes they're ballsy slams that will make you giggle, sometimes they're serious meltdowns of what I think seems to be common sense and found that "common" & "sense" can at times be strange bedfellows.
Thankfully, my mom found it again if not for the grace of Google and my mothers memory of the "hipwoman" (all I could remember was the "warm fuzzies"). It's a wonderful tale of sharing and love, but it could also before a metaphor for a number of situations that have arisen lately (big pharm, the rape of our civil liberties, etc). Take what you will from it and I'll give you a warm fuzzy or a cold fricklie if you don't like it. ;)