LORAINE C. MIRCHICH
The Kingdom of Kinds: A Numerical Fairytale


Far away, in the Kingdom of Kinds, there were subjects called Wonsies. They believed that their eyes were shinier, their lines were straighter, their plaids were more vivid, and their dots were perfectly round.

"We are each one of a kind," said the Wonsies. They walked with their heads held high. They assumed, by their very existence, that they had already won.

In the Kingdom of Kind there were subjects called Toosies. These creatures were too scared. They believed they were unworthy of attention.

They had no personal ambition. They wanted to be special like the Wonsies, but competition, even healthy competition, was unthinkable. They walked with their heads bowed, traveling two by two like the inhabitants of Noah's ark, believing that they would always be inferior to the Wonsies.

The Queen of the Kingdom of Kinds decided that she would visit with her people. The Wonsies paraded into the palace courtyard to greet her highness, Queen Trilogy. The Toosies shuffled behind them. That day in the kingdom, there were three types, but hardly three of a kind.

Far away, in the Kingdom of Kinds, there were subjects called Wonsies. They believed that their eyes were shinier, their lines were straighter, their plaids were more vivid, and their dots were perfectly round.

"We are each one of a kind," said the Wonsies. They walked with their heads held high. They assumed, by their very existence, that they had already won.

In the Kingdom of Kind there were subjects called Toosies. These creatures were too scared. They believed they were unworthy of attention.

They had no personal ambition. They wanted to be special like the Wonsies, but competition, even healthy competition, was unthinkable. They walked with their heads bowed, traveling two by two like the inhabitants of Noah's ark, believing that they would always be inferior to the Wonsies.

The Queen of the Kingdom of Kinds decided that she would visit with her people. The Wonsies paraded into the palace courtyard to greet her highness, Queen Trilogy. The Toosies shuffled behind them. That day in the kingdom, there were three types, but hardly three of a kind.

Queen Trilogy frowned at the Wonsies and their haughty arrogance. She winced at the thought of the Toosies and their inferior attitudes. A pair of Toosies made her twice as sad.

"If I could shuffle them up a bit, encourage them to mingle more," said the Queen, "I might have perfect subjects." So, she devised a plan to improve her kingdom.

In the fourth month, on the first day, the Queen instituted an entertaining game called Foreplay. This game was a huge success.

It still thrives today. Most likely, at some point in your life, you may recognize its value.

The queen was elated with the results. Her kingdom flourished. Her subjects greeted each other with warmth and enthusiasm. Many Wonsies held up their right palm facing it forward in a gesture of friendliness. The subjects dubbed this the "High Five." However, no kingdom is perfect. There were still a few subjects who offered only a finger.

At times in your life, you may consider yourself ruler of your domain. There may be a few occasions in your life when you feel confident and courageous, like the Wonsies. Other instances, you might feel hesitant, needing encouragement, like the Toosies. If you have experienced any of the above, it is not your fault. Most likely, it is hereditary. You can be sure that some of your ancestors were Wonsies, Toosies, or perhaps even royalty in a far away place called the Kingdom of Kinds.

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LORAINE C. MIRCHICH

Loraine Mirchich is a published writer living in Cedar Falls, Iowa. She enjoys Iowa winters, writing, reading, cooking, baking, gardening, and receiving checks from editors, but not necessarily in that order. She believes a sense of humor is healthful.

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on February 14, 2008

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