In a quaint and quiet corner of Alphabetville, where marigolds and morning glories meandered merrily, there lived a mammoth letter named M. M was a mighty and magnificent letter but it felt miserable due to its massiveness. It often muddled through the meadows, moping about its clumsiness.
One mild morning, as M was meandering mournfully, it bumped into a merry mole named Millie. The meeting was a mishap as M had accidentally muddled Millie’s mound.
“Oh my! Look at the mess,” mumbled Millie, but she noticed M’s morose manner.
“Mighty M, why the morose mood?” Millie inquired, her eyes mingling with concern.
“Oh Millie,” M murmured, “I’m just so massive and clumsy. I muddle through everything, making messes.”
Millie mused a moment then murmured with a smile, “Mighty M, your massiveness is not a mishap, it’s a marvel! Let’s make a mountainous mound, a mansion for many!”
Motivated by Millie’s motivating words, M marveled at the idea. Together, with much mirth and merriment, they molded a mountainous mound. It was a mansion for many—a marvelous meeting place for the many members of Alphabetville.
As they finished, the moonlight made the mound glow marvelously. M and Millie sat mirthfully atop, munching on muffins.
“M, you are not a muddle but a marvel, making magnificent mansions for many,” mused Millie, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
M’s heart melted with mirth. It was no longer a miserable M but a merry and meaningful M. The tale of M’s misgivings turning into mirthful marvels mingled through Alphabetville, making many smile.
