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It’s a good idea to help kids develop their imaginations by making up stories.   Teach them how to construct a story that makes sense, has humorous elements, and that has a lesson.  It’ll stretch their brains and be a fun lesson.  This story is one that my younger son, Alan, and I worked on together.

 

 

 

Colorful Visions at the M&M Factory

By Keith and Alan Wilcox

 

I’m a cruel cruel person.  I am fully aware that M&M’s have feelings, and I’ve been eating them anyway.  They’re so tasty.  And, like lettuce, they are at the bottom of the food chain so nobody can blame me.  Besides, I figure they had it coming – being all chocolaty good and such.  But, onto the story!  This story is about the time I took a tour at the M&M’s factory and overheard a conversation between two of these newly formed little morsels.  They had just exited the drying machine and were heading down the line to get their colors.  Our tour group was standing near the conveyor belt.  I leaned down to get a better look, and I swear I heard little squeaky voices coming from the two balls of chocolate closest to me.  Their voices sounded upbeat and hopeful, just like kids should sound when their whole lives are ahead of them. 

 

CHUCK:      Hey, how’d you like that nice warm drier?

 

HUBERT:    [Deep in thought]  Hmmm.  I’m really looking forward to the coloring station.  Did you know we get to pick our own colors?

 

CHUCK:      No Way!  Who told you?

 

HUBERT:    I had a vision while I was being tumbled around in the drier.  I saw a vision of my mom and dad.  They wanted to know what color I was going to choose at the coloring station. 

 

CHUCK:      I think the heat got to you, Hubert.  Don’t tell anybody or they might send you down the chute.

 

                        [Pause]

 

CHUCK:       I’m going to be pink!

 

HUBERT:     I don’t think they do pink, Chuck.

 

HUBERT:    Seriously, Chuck, I really saw my parents.  I know it was them!  My dad said I reminded him of my mother,.  He suggest I pick yellow because she was yellow. 

 

CHUCK:      I think you should be pink like me.

 

HUBERT:    But, I saw my dad and he was red.  Red is what I wanted to be from the beginning.  Maybe I’m like my dad.  What do you think, Chuck?  What color should I be?

 

CHUCK:      Hubert, why don’t you just make yourself orange so you can be a little like mom and a little like dad.  No fuss, no worry. 

 

HUBERT:    That’s it!  I’ll make myself orange.  It’s almost red and it’s almost yellow.  Thanks, Chuck! 

 

CHUCK:      No problem, man.  Hey, here comes the station!

 

I watched those two optimistic little chocolate bits disappear into the coloring room, and that was the last I knew of them.  Our tour guide and the rest of the group were, at this point, looking at me oddly.  I decided to keep what I heard a secret because I sensed I might not be taken seriously.  I felt worried and a little confused that maybe I should alert someone to the fact that M&M’s talk and see visions of their parents (how that works I never did find out).  But then the tour ended and the guide gave us all a free sample bag as he ushered us out the factory doors.  I stared at the bag for a second.  Then I opened it and shoved half the contents in my mouth at once.  Oh, they gave their lives for such a good cause!

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