There are so many stories about the Smoozy way of life that I do not quite know where to begin. Here is a simple story that shows their generosity.

Smoozies make their home deep in the forests of Madagascar where no human has ever tread. They live in giant pastel mushrooms under the eves of great fir trees that protect them from the weather. They are a quiet race, spending their days picking flowers and playing. There is a small lake near their village, but they do not swim, for oddly enough Smoozies sink like stones. All of the individuals living in the village have names ending in Smoozy, but the chief of the Smoozies is named simply Smoozy. He is the one who has come to grace my life and share the stories of his friends and of his homeland.

Here two of Smoozie's Stories!