They both watched as the birds got closer and finally arrived.  They immediately swooped down low.  There were Fibble Wibbles on their backs with watering cans.  As they passed the sleeping Fibble Wibbles, they sprinkled.  Soon the air was filled with a fine, cool, mist.  It felt like the start of a spring shower.   The Mommy’s Kiss covered the entire farm from one end to the other.  It continued to descend as the tiny droplets gently floated downward.

“What’s happening?” Mr. Jenkins asked.

“The Fibble Wibbles are sprinkling the colony with concentrated Mommy’s Kiss!  It will cure the Fibble Wibbles from their illness!  And look!  It’s causing them to wake up!”

The Fibble Wibbles, Zonker Honkers and other critters were sitting, rubbing their eyes and yawning.  The Mommy’s Kiss was curing them from Mr. Jenkins’ overdose of sleeping pills!

“Why, who do we have here?” the kids heard from below.

Mr. Jenkins just stood there with mouth agape and knees trembling as one critter after another got up, stretched, and started to surround him!  “What are you going to do to me?” he asked.

Obie Wibble came up to him and said, “Nothing at all!   We’re just going to keep you from moving for a few more minutes, then you’ll be let go!”

“Let go?” he said.  “Is that the truth?  But why?”

“You’ll see,” Obie said.

Mr. Jenkins was being covered from head to foot with the Fibble Wibbles Mommy’s Kiss.  It was sticking to him all over and absorbing into his skin!

A minute later, Daddy, Christopher Sheriff Brown and his deputies all showed up, each having an umbrella in his hand to protect him from the sticky mist!  King Fibble was in Daddy’s pajama-top pocket.  Daddy carefully approached Mr. Jenkins as the Fibble Wibbles made a path for him.  “You’re under arrest for trespassing, Mr. Jenkins, and for theft and for trying to hurt the Fibble Wibbles!”

But the king said, “No, officers!  I don’t think that will be necessary!”

“What do you mean, my king?” Daddy asked.

“Look at Mr. Jenkins!  He’s no longer shaking from fear!  He has a smile on his face!”

Sure enough, there he was.  His smile was wide; his face, cheerful.  He turned to Daddy and said, “Hi ya folks!  Hello King Fibble!  I feel I got to say I’m sorry for the problems I caused you all.  I know I haven’t been acting right by and by.”  Then he bent forward, and gave King Fibble a kiss on the cheek!  ”I promise, my king, never to harm another Fibble Wibble for as long as I live!”

“I get it Daddy!” Kimberly Mae said.  “It’s the Mommy’s Kiss!  It’s turning him into a good boy!”  And seeing it was getting on her too, she understood why.  “It’s making me feel really good about being good, too!”                           

“That’s right!” the king said.  “Mommy’s Kiss is magic for the soul.  It makes all things good again.  There’s nothing better than that!”

Then Mr. Jenkins said, “I never knew my Mommy.  I was orphaned as a baby.  I was raised on my farm by farm hands.  I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed by a Mommy before!”

“Awwwww!” filled the air as thousands of Fibble Wibble and people felt sorry for him.

“But now that I have been blessed with concentrated Mommy’s Kiss, I feel healed inside.  My soul has been cured!  I am whole again!”

“What do you think, Sheriff?  Should he be let go?” Daddy asked.

“Well, if King Fibble doesn’t want to swear out a complaint and you don’t either, we can’t do anything to him,” the officer said.

“Then that’s that!” Daddy said.

“Mr. Doobebe?” the sheriff said.  “Would you mind doing us a favor?”

“Just ask,” he replied.

“May we have some of this Mommy’s Kiss?  I figure it would be good to bring down to the orphanage.  It may do some of the troubled kids some good!”

“Yes, sir!  Take all you want.  And be sure to take the two bags full of gems Mr. Jenkins wanted.  That will help the orphans too!”

“Thank you sir,” he said.  “That’s mighty generous.  That’s enough to start a college fund or to buy a whole new orphanage!”  Then he turned his umbrella up-side-down to capture more of the drizzling gift.

“Look Daddy!”  Kimberly Mae called.  “The birds are landing!”  When they did, all the friends from Fibbledom that rode them joined the crowd.

Then Obie Fibble said, “Let’s do it!”  He immediately  took out a harmonica and started to play.  Another Fibble Wibble started singing as they all began to dance.

“All us critters, every single,

Feel how Mommy’s Kisses tingle!

Everyone feels bright and hearty!

Let us have a Fibble party!

“All you Zonker Honkers sound!

Your tooters make music abound!

Mr. Jenkins join our dance!

Do-si-do while you’ve the chance!

Carl and Mary, Kimberly Mae!

Chris and Tom, this is your day!

Erica and Zachary!

Eat some M&Ms, they’re free!

Chew them well, they taste real good!

Then dance like you know you should!

All critters present dance and sing!

Give a tribute to the king!”

Daddy looked around on his farm as the sun streaked up toward the heavens.  “Look, Mary,” Daddy said to Mommy: “The Mommy’s Kiss, it’s having an effect on our farm.”

Mommy and the kids looked toward the fields.  “Daddy,” shouted Kimberly Mae, “The bare soil is growing grass, and look, flowers!”

“It seems,” Christopher said, “that Mommy’s kiss heals the soul and the soil too!”

The Doobebe family gazed as, before their very eyes, their barren land began to blossom.

“I wish I could package this stuff,” Daddy said to the king, who was still in his shirt pocket.  “It would help farmers everywhere.”

“Oh,” said the king.  “Mommy’s Kiss can never be sold.  If it were, it would instantly lose its magic.”

“I’d never sell it,” Daddy said.  “It’s just that there are many poor farmers and orphans everywhere that would love to share in the same blessings that we have.  I’d love to see it given to those who need it.”

“They don’t need it,” said the king.  “If people would give their land love, it would yield its fruit.  When people mommies kiss their own children enough, it has more of the wonder than our Mommy’s Kiss.  That’s because every Mommy has a kiss that has a special magic of its own that can’t be copied.  And what is to keep mommies everywhere from kissing the orphans too?”

“You are right, King Fibble.  It makes perfect sense,” Daddy said.  Your majesty,” Daddy said, as he handed the king another M&M,  “may I ask you a question that has been on my mind for quite some time?”

“Yes, you may.”

“Why do Fibble Wibbles feel free to raid people’s houses for M&M and chips when you could have traded gorka for it?”

“You don’t know?” he said.

“No, I don’t.”

“Haven’t we Fibble Wibbles been on this land for over a thousand years?” asked the king.

“Yes, you have,” Daddy answered.

“And didn’t you put your house and farm on our land?” asked the king.

“Yes,” Daddy said.

“And, Mr. Doobebe, except for very recently, have you volunteered to pay tribute to the king?”

“No, your majesty, we didn’t.”

“So it is within our rights to take what you owe us.”

“I see, your majesty, now I understand.  It’s like rent.”

“It is good you do understand,” he said, “and one day I may require more than M&Ms. But until then, we are satisfied with the way things are.”

“I see,” Daddy said.  “And what about Mr. Jenkins’ farm?  He blames you folks for him not being able to grow crops.  Is this true?”

“Just the opposite!” said the king.  “He never plowed it properly.  When we noticed that he had problems with his crops, we tried to help him by digging tunnels throughout his farm.  It loosened the soil.  His crops grew wherever we dug.  He would have had a fine farm if he had used his whiskey money for more seed and plowed instead of slept.”  The king paused to chew, then continued, “I want you to buy his farm back for him.  Make him work off the debt.  It will do him good.  But lend him the money free.  My subjects will make sure he has abundant crops.  I think he will reform now that his soul is healed.”

“That is a fine idea,” Daddy said.  “You are very generous.  But how do you know he won’t become your enemy again?”

“We don’t.  But it doesn’t matter.  We will be kind to him as our enemy too.  Now, please.  Hand me another M&M,” said the king.

“Yes, sir, here you are,” Daddy answered.

Then Kimberly Mae said to Christopher, “We sure did have an adventure this summer, didn’t we?”

“Yep,” he replied.  “Wait until Mrs. Foster hears what we’ve done.”