Mell the 'Mellow

There once was a boy who loved candy. Halloween was his favorite holiday, he asked for chocolate for Christmas, he only liked ‘Eatster’ when he got the good candy, and so on. This young boy loved marshmallows the most, though. He ate and ate them all day long, only to have stomach-ache afterwards. He especially liked the colored mini ones, but to him, it didn’t really matter.
One day, when little 2-year-old Timmy was secretly opening his very own, very first bag of colored mini marshmallows, he was quite astonished to see that there was a huge, perfectly white marshmallow in the middle of the bag, hidden. He was about to bite it when it opened up the cutest eyes and the cutest mouth with only one large tooth in the middle of its perfectly pink top gums. But little Timmy didn’t notice and put the ‘mallow closer to his wide-open mouth (which was also filled with one tooth). “Don’t eat me!” squeaked a voice. Timmy looked around. Maybe he had just imagined that. He put it closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” Timmy was getting scared now. Maybe he should just eat his marshmallow and it would go away... He put the ‘mallow closer to his mouth. “Don’t eat me!” This time, Timmy was only one centimeter from the large marshmallow. He looked down to see the cutest, largest eyes begging him, and the cutest, smallest mouth in the shape of a heart.
“Why shouldn’t I eat you?”
“I can make you have all the candy you want!” exclaimed the marshmallow, trying to save its life.
“But Mommy and Daddy don’t want me to eat too much...”
“Pashaw! They won’t care!”
“I don’t know... What else can you do?”
“What else do you NEED?”
“I want a best friend, but I don’t know if you can give me that...”
“I can!”
“Then we are best friends!!!”
Little Timmy was overcome with joy! He had found a giant 5” marshmallow who wanted to be his friend! Wow!

For years and years, Timmy and his Mell were best friends, but then a problem came. Timmy was in school now and he always got into arguments, and he wanted Mell to back him up. Sadly, Mell was a diplomat and could see both sides of the argument and couldn’t say which one he felt like going on. No matter how hard Mell tried, he just couldn’t pick a side when Timmy had gotten into a fight with his very-best-ish-almost-enemy-sometimes-friend, Figg (or Figglehornam when he is in trouble). Timmy said, “If you aren’t going to help me, then you are almost not a friend! You are going to stay in the dresser for a while, and I will only play with you when I am so completely sad!”
Mell thought that Timmy was kidding, but to his/her surprise, Timmy threw Mell into his top dresser drawer, where she was forgotten.
More years passed, and Mell was taken out of her small prison less and less. Once a week. Once a month. 7 times a year. 4 times a year. Once a year. Never.
Timmy was now 10. When he was going through his old things, he came upon Mell and instantly remembered her. “Hi, Mell!”
“Hi yourself.”
“What’s wrong??? I know you are mad, but why don’t you just calm down and say ‘hi’ to me??”
“Ugh! Pashaw! Go! Leave! Eat me for crying out loud!”
“Well... I don’t want to do that to you, Mell. You have helped me through so much... What else do you want me to do?”
“Well, you can make that wish that I told you to do when we first met.”
“?”
“Ugh, *you are so stupid and forgetful* the one about you wanting (and getting) the candy that your small, selfish little heart desires.”
“Then I wish that! Anything to help my Mell!”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“*Omigosh you are so dumb* Say that you wish for all of the candy that you want!”
“I wish that I had all of the candy that I want, when I want.”
“Good. Done. Nada worries.”
“?”
“*the stupidity kills me*”

MORE years later...

Timmy was 14 with 18 different cavities, twelve rotting teeth that needed to be replaced, never brushed his teeth, ate candy for breakfast lunch and dinner, and had the worst breath ever (all of this caused him to be an ‘untouchable’ according to school standards).

“Ughhhhhh, Mewl, I nweed to loose hate!”
“Hate? Sweetie, you have no hate *or friends*”
“Hate! Hate!”
“Hate?”
“Hate!”
“OH!! Weight!”
“Uh-hunh!”

Timmy was now called, well, nobody really talked to him except Mell. She was the only one who really talked to him. But she would always give him these sympathetic glances...
Tim(my) was smart. He didn’t act like it, EVER... But he knew that something was up. He knew that for the four years in which he sank lower and lower in the popularity charts, got worse and worse grades, got ditched by his friends, and his parents leaving of town more often meant that something was up. He also knew that it linked to the dumb wish he had made and Mell’s last side-comments before that.
Mell knew that he was smart. Mell knew that he could hear. Maybe Mell was telling him something? Maybe Mell wanted Tim(my) to stop and not make the wish. Maybe she thought that Timmy really was going to get it. But why would Mell ASK him to make a wish when she didn’t even think that it was smart???? Hmm...
Truthfully Timmy (I am tired of doing Tim(my) because even though he wants to be called ‘Tim’ it ain’t happening) really was onto something. It took a few months, many mystery movies, less candy, and the occasional gulp of mouthwash, but Timmy finally found out that Mell was a secret agent. Of what he didn’t know. So he *stupidly* asked her...
“Hey Mellon!”
“*Oh you dumb-stupid, why are you calling me that?!* Yes, sweet?”
“Are you a secret agent?”
“*stammer, stammer* N-no! Wh-why would you think such a cray-cr-cray thing, hunny-bunny?”
“Cut the acting Mell. I know your side-comments. I know you work for someone. I know that you really do think that if you work for this person, then they won’t eat you. When I said I needed to lose ‘hate’ I meant it. This person it a HATER, and I really do need to catch them. I saw the worry in your eye when I said that, but when you are worried, you tend to make a lot of... side-comments. And then I read a book called Locksher Lolms who is a wonderful detective, and he had a case just like this! So don’t pretend.”
“Ok. I was young... This girl found me. Her name is Sally. I told her I would grant her a single wish of her choice if she were to let me live. She agreed. She also had a crush on you. She asked if I would make you love her, but I said no because it was wrong. Instead, I could make you un-liked and your only choice of a (girl)friend would be her. And she consented.”
“WHAT?!”
“*Let me continue* I did some research and realized that you had a tingling for candy, so I hid myself in a bag of marshmallows and let you find me. You did find me *sooner than expected* and the plan was ready... But you were a good boy and didn’t do anything against your parents. Then I started to like you. So it hurt when the chance came and I had to tell you to make the wish... I was also kind of happy, though, because you were mean to me and made me go in the dresser.”
“Well-”
“*Let me continue* So it happened, but one day I got a letter from Sally, saying that she was at another school and had a boyfriend. The plan was cancelled. And so I realized that I needed to do something... but I haven’t figured out what, yet.”
“So you pretty much tried to ruin me and my life so that you could...”
“Could LIVE.”
“Yeah, pretty selfish of my, hunh?Trying to LIVE.”
“You know what? You can go. You haven’t helped me AT ALL!”

Thus a wonderful friendship ended, a beautiful thing that should have ended, well, never ended because of a misunderstanding.
And this should show those little children not to talk to candy.