One dull afternoon, Ted, Todd, and Fuzzy Wuzzy were sitting around reading books. At least, Ted and Todd – being intellectual – were reading; Fuzzy Wuzzy was not. He prefers to daydream about being tall and handsome and daring.
“Why do no exciting things happen around here?” Fuzzy Wuzzy complained to no one in particular. “I don’t even have the chance to be brave and daring.”
Ted, being the oldest and wisest of the bears, responded, “If one really wants adventure, one’s best bet is to go looking for it rather than sitting on my couch complaining about the lack of it.” He then immediately resumed reading his rather weighty book on philosophy.
“Well, that is a shame, because I don’t really like the outdoors much, or the dirt or mountains, or any of the stuff that goes along with adventures. I think I would prefer to just lay in here and imagine adventures,” replied Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Just then, in burst their little friend Kuro, who immediately started jabbering about something exciting going on in the little people world.
“Slow down, slow down,” pleaded Fuzzy Wuzzy. “What’s going on?”
“It’s dragons! They’ve attacked the Little People and captured some of the princesses! Please help! We need some Big People to help fight the dragons!” explained Kuro.
“Oh” Considered Fuzzy Wuzzy, “I wouldn’t mind saving a princess. I’ll go with you.”
Of course he wasn’t considering the fact that he would need to go outside and actually fight the dragons first.
So, Fuzzy Wuzzy and Kuro made their way to the Little People Village and they all started talking about the plan to defeat the dragons.
“Fuzzy Wuzzy here is a strong, brave fighter, unlike me, and can definitely defeat the dragons,” Kuro announced.
“Good,” the Little People said. “We have a few brave warriors, but none of them are big enough or strong enough to wield the great sword, Andúril. Fuzzy Wuzzy obviously can wield it.”
So the two Bitty Bears carried the sword in and presented it to a dubious Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Then, all the brave warriors set off to fight the dragons. The others cheered them on and waved goodbye.
Soon the brave Little People reached the cliff bordering the Dragon’s land.
“If you don’t give us our princesses back, we will fight you!” shouted the Little People.
The ferocious dragons simply looked down their noses at the little fighters and explained that they would not return the ladies until the Little People gave them their land back.
Fuzzy Wuzzy didn’t say a word throughout the negotiations; he was stricken silent by fear of the great beasts.
“You don’t even use that land!” exclaimed the warriors. “If you don’t use it, someone else should be able to, so we will fight you!”
And without another word they charged down the canyon toward the cliff.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was too scared to move, so he sat and watched the proceedings, feeling sicker and sicker….
It was quite a struggle to scale the great cliffs, but slowly and steadily, the little people worked their way up the cliff towards the patiently waiting dragons.
After being sick, Fuzzy Wuzzy finally broke out of his paralysis and made a decision.
“This is way beyond me. I am not built for this kind of life! I’m outta here.”
And with that, he turned on his heel and started walking back the way he came.
Meanwhile, the brave fighters began the battle, using numbers and their unusual abilities to try to defeat the dragons.
As much as the Little People wanted their vengeance, the dragons wanted peace. They are very strong, powerful creatures. They could even take out entire cities if they were so inclined. These dragons were not vindictive and preferred the quiet life to fighting, so they did not use fire, and tried their best to not actually injure the Little People.
The Little People took advantage of the situation, and even though a few were knocked down, the rest of them used all manner of techniques to try to take the dragons down. Some would distract the ferocious beasts while others snuck around to fight them from behind.
“Please! we really don’t want to fight. We would rather talk and work something out…” explained Great Red.
“Talking is for lame people! We are great warriors! We fight out our problems!” exclaimed the Little People.
Thus, the furious fighting continued.
As soon as Fuzzy Wuzzy started to walk back to the village, he got lost.
Really, really lost.
So lost that sitting around didn’t help him get un-lost.
Neither did trying to walk back the way he came. That just got him more lost.
So Fuzzy Wuzzy stopped to rest on a rock in the sun. While sitting, he remembered some wise words he’d heard once about adventuring: “When lost in the wilderness, first find water, and then climb to the highest point.”
Up ahead, he saw a gorge with running water, so he crossed it and made his way uphill.
Then, he climbed up a huge fallen tree to the top of the mountain.
At the top, he heard some feminine voices singing. Following the voices, he stumbled upon a cave, and in the cave, were the lost princesses!
“Hello!” shouted Fuzzy Wuzzy. “Are you the lost princesses?”
“Of course we are,” replied Princess Peach. “Are you here to save us?”
“Yep,” said Fuzzy Wuzzy, holding out his sword to help the princesses climb down.
“You know the way back, right?” they asked.
“Of course,” lied Fuzzy Wuzzy. “Otherwise how would I have gotten here?”
So he started to lead them down the mountain, but of course, got them lost.
Once he was certain they were lost, he confessed to the princesses, who, knowing the land very well, soon found the cliff where the fight was taking place.
“What in the world do you think you all are doing?” shouted Princess Peach. Immediately, the fighting stopped.
“We were trying to save you!” the little warriors shouted.
“We were hoping you could all reach a peaceable agreement. That was why we let ourselves be kidnapped in the first place,” explained Princess Peach. “We don’t really need that land, so why can’t it be the dragons’ land? We can make do with what we have. In fact, we have no right to go about taking what isn’t ours.”
Everyone was silent for a while, thinking it through.
“Technically, we don’t need all the land either,” replied the dragons. “Maybe we should split the land in half.”
Everyone agreed to that. Fuzzy Wuzzy was proclaimed a very wise hero (even though most of what he did was by accident). And then, they all lived happily ever after. (….at least, till the next adventure.)