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Edited on Mon Jun-12-06 10:49 PM by Sparkly
Once upon a time, two Goldilocks -- one dressed in red and the other in blue -- entered the house of the four bears. (That would make them guilty of breaking and entering if this weren’t a fairy tale, but let’s assume it was their civic duty.)
Their mission was to form agreement.
They found a bowl of hot porridge. Blue-dress Goldilocks loved it, but Red-dress Goldilocks said, “It’s so hot it burns my mouth!”
They found a bowl of cold porridge. Red-dress Goldilocks loved it, but Blue-dress Goldilocks said, “It’s so cold it freezes my tongue!”
They found a bowl of lukewarm porridge. Red-dress Goldilocks said, “It’s still got too much warmth in it – it’s too close to being hot!” Blue-dress Goldilocks said, “It’s still got too much chill in it – it’s too close to being cold!”
Then they found an empty bowl. Blue-dress Goldilocks said, “Well, at least it isn’t cold.” Red-dress Goldilocks said, “Well, at least it isn’t hot.” So they ate the air in the bowl.
When they tried to agree on a bed, it was the same thing: Red-dress Goldilocks liked the firm bed, Blue-dress Goldilocks liked the soft bed, and neither liked the medium bed. (It had too much softness for Red-dress Goldilocks, and too much stiffness for Blue-dress Goldilocks). So they decided to sleep standing up, lest either of them feel uncomfortable.
After their nap, it was time to go; but first they wanted to partake of the lovely suits of clothes in the closet, which looked skillfully tailored in gorgeous fabrics. They tried a blue velvet suit that Blue-dress Goldilocks adored, but Red-dress Goldilocks said, “It’s much too blue!” Then they tried on a red taffeta suit that Red-dress Goldilocks loved, but Blue-dress Goldilocks said. “It’s too red!” A purple suit pleased neither of them. “I’d call this color red-violet,” said Blue-dress Goldilocks. “I think it’s more of a blue-violet,” said Red-dress Goldilocks.
Then they saw the suit of their dreams. It was made of glowing gold brocade, and seemed to be humming with a life of its own. “It’s gorgeous! I’ll bet it’s lined in red satin!” exclaimed Red-dress Goldilocks. “It’s the most beautiful suit I’ve ever seen!” agreed Blue-dress Goldilocks. “I’m sure it’s lined in blue silk!”
As the girls drew it from the closet, it leapt from the hanger to stand tall and erect on its own! They couldn’t find out the color of its lining, nor even attempt to try it on, because it was as impenetrable as solid gold. As they tried to unlock its buttons, the suit turned itself around and walked outside, all by itself, with the girls chasing behind. The suit continued across the meadow, gleaming gloriously in the rays of the sun.
“We must follow our suit – it’s so perfect, so un-blue!” said Red-dress Goldilocks. “Not a speck of red in it – it’s our ideal suit!” said Blue-dress Goldilocks.
The suit led the girls east and south, north and west, in zigzags and circles. Over lakes and ponds, across mountains and valleys, the girls pursued the suit, but couldn’t quite catch up with it or make it stop. Thirty miles later, Blue-dress Goldilocks asked, “Why are we doing this again?” “Because we wanted a suit we could both wear,” recalled Red-dress Goldilocks.
“How can we wear it if we can’t even try it on?”
“Come to think of it, we don’t even know if it fits.”
Hungry from eating air, sleepy from trying to nap standing up, and exhausted from chasing the golden suit, the girls nearly dropped to the ground. But then they saw the golden suit beckoning them to a golden house nearby.
They entered the shining house, hoping for food and a bed. But all the bowls were empty -- nothing but air. The bedroom was empty, too – no beds. “Why did we ever follow you?” the girls asked the suit, in unison. “You’ve brought us to an empty house, and we can’t even wear you.”
“Because you agreed on me,” replied the empty suit. “I’m not hot or cold. I’m not soft or firm. I'm not red or blue. I’m just a beautiful empty suit.”
The girls had met their mission – they’d formed agreement. But their victory was literally hollow.
The moral of the story: Beware of empty suits.
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