She tried to get the attention of the SOLDIER. She inched her way to the very edge of the shelf. "help," cried the DOLL, but the SOLDIER never looked her way.

The cuckoo BIRD! A bit flighty perhaps, but nonetheless helpful. The DOLL called him, but the BIRD was so busy chirping out the hour, he never heard her.

By now, the DOLL had worked herself so near the edge of the shelf that when the JACK-IN-THE-BOX suddenly popped up, he frightened the poor DOLL who lost her balance and toppled off the shelf right into the engine car of the TRAIN. As she landed, she hit the throttle of the TRAIN, setting it in motion.

As it rounded the first bend, the top of the TRAIN bumped into the JACK-IN-THE-BOX, knocking him off his shelf and into the next car of the TRAIN.

At the second bend, the JACK-IN-THE-BOX popped up when he was just beneath the SOLDIER. The startled SOLDIER fell head first into the BIRD. They both tumbled over and over each other – first the BIRD, then the SOLDIER, the BIRD, the SOLDIER, BIRD, SOLDIER – until they landed in the last car of the TRAIN.

The DOLL cried out in disbelief! What a horrible night this was turning out to be! A TRAIN pulling a DOLL, a JACK-IN-THE-BOX, a SOLDIER and a BIRD – all going round and round an unlocked toy shop in the middle of the night!

Just then, the door slowly opened. The DOLL held her breath. "Why, you naughty toys." It was the absent-minded shopkeeper! "I came back because I realized I hadn't locked the door, and what do I find – all of you playing after hours"!

Then the shopkeeper set the BIRD in the sentry box which belonged to the SOLDIER, the DOLL where the TRAIN belonged, the SOLDIER on the shelf where the DOLL usually sat, and the JACK-IN-THE-BOX in the clock where the BIRD was supposed to be.

This is all wrong", the shopkeeper said. So he put the BIRD in the TRAIN, the DOLL on top of the JACK-IN-THE-BOX, and the SOLDIER in the clock.

That can't be right", he squealed, and he put the DOLL in the TRAIN, the TRAIN in the clock, the BIRD in the sentry box and the SOLDIER in the JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

And when he saw the total confusion he created, he gave up. And so do I!

Little Red loved to go to visit her grandma who lived on the other side of the forest. She would often wrap up her lunch in a bandanna and eat on the way. Sometimes she found berries to take to grandma. She carried these in her bandanna tied to a stick.

On hot summer days, Little Red would stop by the creek. She would soak her bandanna and wipe her face with it to cool her off. Then she would place it around her neck to cool off her whole body.

In the winter when she had a cold, Little Red used her bandanna for a handkerchief. She knew all about using resources wisely. Instead of paper towels, she would dry her hands with her bandanna. She used it instead of a napkin. She used it as a washrag to clean her dishes (always remembering to wash it afterward).

One day, Little Red was on her way to visit Grandma who was ill. Unknown to her, the mean old wolf was there ahead of her, waiting to catch her. Little Red stopped to pick some flowers for Grandma. She wrapped them up in her damp bandanna to keep them fresh.

She knocked on the door. Grandma said, "Come in, dear." (You know this part.) When the wolf jumped up to get her, Little Red wound up her bandanna, and gave him a swat right on the nose! He ran out the door, right into the woodsman, who made sure that the wolf would never bother Little Red again.

Little Red and the woodsman became good friends. They would dine in the forest, using the bandanna for a tablecloth. They had romantic dinners by candlelight. After some time, they got married.

In a couple of years, they had two wonderful children. Little Red and her woodsman entertained them with dancing dolls and jumping mice. Little Red even painted the back of her bandanna like a checkerboard so that the children would always have a game to play anywhere they went.

One of the things that made the little people of Stuocslrig different from other little people... like Lilliputians or Whos... was the fact that each of them carried a bag over one shoulder. These bags were filled with warm fuzzies. Whenever one Stuocslriger met another, instead of shaking hands, they would present one another with a warm fuzzie, it makes you feel warm inside and exchanging them made all the little people feel loved and happy.

Now outside the village in a cold, dark cave lived - - no, not a grinch, but a third cousin... a great, grim troll. He was feeling very lonesome and left out because he didn't have any warm fuzzies. He didn't realize the reason was that he never went to town. He just hated the Stuocslrigers for being happy all the time. One evening he decided he'd go to town and soon he met his first Stuocslriger. "Howdy do", said the little person. "Have a warm fuzzie." The troll stashed the warm fuzzie away and continued on his walk. He met several little people who added to his collection before he returned home.

Every day after that he went to town and returned to his cave with his daily catch of warm fuzzies. Soon there wasn't a warm fuzzie left in Stuocslrig. The little people were very unhappy for they had nothing to share with each other any more.

Deep in his cave, the troll had discovered a secret mine of Cold Pricklies. He had spent many years digging the Cold Pricklies out of the mountain, for he liked their cold and prickly feel and he loved to see his growing hoard of Cold Pricklies, to know that they were all his. He decided to share them with the Stuocslriger. He filled hundreds of bags with Cold Pricklies and took them into the village.

When the people saw the bags of Cold Pricklies, they were glad and they received them gratefully. Now they had something to give to one another. The only trouble was that it was just not as much fun to give a Cold Prickly as a Warm Fuzzy. Giving a Cold Prickly seemed to be a way of reaching out to another person, but not so much in friendship and love. And getting a Cold Prickly gave one a funny feeling too. You were not just sure what the giver meant, for after all, Cold Pricklies were cold and prickly. It was nice to get something from another person, but it left you confused and often with stung fingers. The usual thing a Stuocslrig said when he received a Warm Fuzzy was "Wow", but when someone gave him a Cold Prickly there was usually nothing to say but "Ugh!."

Now you would think the troll would be delighted with his cave filled with thousands of warm fuzzies, but he wasn't. You see, he didn't realize that the purpose was to share warm fuzzies, not hoard them. So after sitting and thinking, and thinking and sitting, he decided that he'd better get rid of all the fuzzies. He not only didn't feel any better but it was also very crowded in his cave.

So he set out once again for the Town of Stuocslrig. He was bent over because his bag was so heavy. As he roamed through the town he began giving warm fuzzies away. A funny thing began to happen... the bag got noticeably lighter and so did his heart! Now he really felt happy. The Stuocslrigs were also happy to have their warm fuzzies back. As a matter of fact, they were so glad, they gave the troll his very own bag of warm fuzzies to share!

And they all lived happily ever after.

Mary and Tommy lived with their father and grandmother. Their father worked very hard all day and their grandmother was too old to do the housework. Their father tried his best to keep the house clean. Mary and Tommy didn't help him very much. They just played all day long. "Children are hard to care for," said Father. "Children are a blessing!" said Grandmother. "Not my children," said Father. "They do not help me a bit." Just then, Mary and Tommy ran in, their shoes covered with mud. "Wipe your feet outside!" said Father. "What makes Father so angry, Granny?" asked Tommy and Mary. "He is tired and you two do not help him. What this house needs is a brownie or two." "What is a brownie, Granny?"   "A very helpful little person. She came in before the family was up and did all sorts of chores. The brownie always ran off before anyone could see her, but they could hear her laughing and playing about the house sometimes." "How nice! Did they pay her, Granny?" "No, brownies always help for love. But the family left her some treats at night like cookies, fruit, and juice. She liked that." "Oh, Granny, where are the brownies now?" "Only the Wise Old Owl knows, my dear." "Who is the Wise Old Owl, Granny?" "I don't know exactly, my dear." "Oh, I wish she hadn't gone away!" said Mary and Tommy together. "May we put out some juice and cookies for her? Maybe she will come back if we do." "Well," said Grandmother, "She's welcome if she chooses to come. There's plenty of work for her to do here." So Mary and Tommy put out some cookies and juice, and went off to bed. That night, Mary could hardly sleep. She kept thinking about the brownie. "There's an owl living in the old shed by the pond," she thought. "If it is the Wise Old Owl, she can tell me where to find a brownie. When the moon rises, I'll go look for the Wise Old Owl." The moon rose and Mary hurried to the pond in the woods. Everything was so still that Mary could hear her heart beating. Then suddenly, "Hoo! Hoo!" said a voice behind her. "It's an owl!" said Mary. "Maybe it's the one I'm looking for." The owl flew by her onto a beam that ran under the roof of the shed and said, "Come up! Come up!" The owl could talk! Then it must be the Wise Old Owl! Mary climbed up the beam, and said, "Please, where can I find a brownie to come and live with us?" "That's it, is it?" said the owl. "Well, I know of two brownies that live in your house." "In our house!" said Mary. "Then why don't they help us?" "Perhaps they don't know what has to be done," said the owl. "Just tell me where to find those brownies," said Mary, "and I'll show them what needs to be done. There is plenty to do at our house!" "Well, Mary, I can tell you how to find one of the brownies. Go to the pond in the woods when the moon is shining and turn yourself around three times while you say this charm. "Twist me and turn me and show me the elf. I looked in the water and saw ______." Then look into the pond to see the brownie. When you see the brownie, you will think of a word that ends the magic rhyme. Mary reached the edge of the pond in no time. She slowly turned herself around three times while she said the rhyme: "Twist me and turn me and show me the elf. I looked in the water and saw ______." She stopped, looked into the pond, and saw only her own face. "How silly," said Mary. "There's no word to rhyme with elf, anyway. Belf! Helf! Jelf! Melf! I saw nothing my myself! Myself? That rhymes with elf! How strange! Something must be wrong! I'll go back and ask the Wise Old Owl about it." Mary went back to the shed and told the Wise Old Owl she saw nothing but herself. "And what did you expect to see? asked the owl. "A brownie," said Mary. "And what are brownies like?" asked the owl. "Granny says brownies are VERY helpful little persons. I saw no one but myself when I looked in the pond and I'm not a brownie." "ALL children can be brownies," said the owl. "Couldn't you help out around the house and pick up your own things? "I don't thing I would like it," Mary said. "Would you rather be someone who makes work instead of doing it?" asked the owl. "Oh, no!" cried Mary, "I don't want to be like that. I'll tell Tommy and we'll both try to be brownies." "That's the way to talk!" said the owl. "Come on, I'll take you home." Before Mary knew it, she was in her own bed. When daylight came, she woke up Tommy and told him what had happened. Together they crept downstairs and did every bit of work they could find to do before their father woke up. The they went happily back to bed. When Father came downstairs, he looked around and rubbed his eyes. The table was set, the floor was clean, and the room was a bright and shiny as a new penny. At first, Father could not say a word. Then he ran to the foot of the stairs, shouting, "mother! Tommy! Mary! Our brownie has come back!" One morning, Father woke up very early and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. "It must be the brownie," he thought. He went downstairs, opened the kitchen door, and saw Mary and Tommy dancing around the room. "What's this?" he asked. "It's the brownies!~ We are the brownies!" sang Tommy and Mary. "But who did all the work? Where are the real brownies? "Here!" said Mary and Tommy as they ran into their father's arms. When Granny came downstairs, Father told her how he had found the brownies. "What do you think of it all, Mother?" asked Father. " Children are a blessing," said Granny. "I told you so."

When Juliette Low came back to America, she thought Scouting was so wonderful that she decided to start the first Girl Scout troop in her own home town of Savannah, Georgia. This she did on March 12th, 1912, and this first little troop of eight girls was the first Girl Scout troop in this part of the world.

This first Girl Scout troop was so successful that Juliette Low wanted to see Scout troops all over the world because she knew that Scouting would help girls all over the world to become friends and to help build world peace and good will.

Girl Scouting grew and grew until now you are not only a member of your own little troop but also a member of the Girl Scouts of America and the World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts (WAGGGS).

Juliette Low died in 1927 and her friends wanted to pay her a great tribute. They knew that her greatest dream was of World friendship and of World peace and that she hoped to accomplish this through Girl Scouting. So her friends started a memorial fund in her honor and called it the Juliette Low World Friendship Fund and each year all Scouts in the United States contribute to this Fund which helps Scouting all over the world.

Your contributions to this fund will travel to all parts of the world and help Scouts in many ways; maybe it will help send older Scouts from our country to Our Chalet in Switzerland, where Scouts from all over the world get together to exchange ideas and to help build world peace.

We have no way of knowing how far our contributions may travel; we have no way of knowing in what ways it may be returned to us in new friendships and world peace. But we do know that the Juliette Low World Friendship Fund is doing a lot of good.

We do know that we are helping the Fund to spread Girl Scouting around the world when we make our contributions to the Juliette Low  World Friendship Fund.