Far, far away, in a country beyond the yellow cheese moon,
to the north of the Coconut and Mango Plains,
and to the south of the Peach and Apricot Mountains,
tucked away under the cherry freezy trees,
where the vanilla bean breezes blow soft and sweet on summer evenings,
there is a place called Polkadot Town.
You can find it on a map,
if you have a really good polkadot place map,
and if you know just where to look in amongst the polkadots.
Everything in Polkadot Town is polkadotty.
The cinnamon stick buildings have icing sugar polkadots,
The licorice streets have funny bunny yellow polkadots,
and the chocolate pudding dirt has marshmallow polkadots.
The watermelon dogs have purple grape polkadots,
The ice cream cows have chocolate milk polkadots,
and the shortbread cats have red and white candycane polkadots.
Even the people are polkadotted.
The men have beards and moustaches polkadotted with banana moons,
The women have fingernails and toenails polkadotted with tangerine suns,
and every last one of the children
has a face polkadotted with the biggest and brightest honey stars.
And when they wear clothes, which is almost always,
and very often and everywhere,
they wear exclusively and absolutely
(you guessed it) polkadotted clothes.
Polkadots are thought to be beautiful, you see,
so the more you have, the more beautiful you are.
Because polkadots are so prized,
once a year everyone in town marches around,
in all their best polkadotty fancy clothes and hats and scarves,
counting up beautiful polkadots wherever they find them.
They call this the Polkadot Town Festival and Parade.
Now all the parents know how many honey star polkadots each of their children has
and every child is given at the age of seven,
a different first name telling something about the number of their polkadot stars.
See, it takes a while for all the honey stars to show up on a child's face.
They don't appear all at once when the baby is born.
The child becomes polkadotty little by little, but is mostly all done by age seven.
Then the child is given the honor of a grown-up polkadotty first name.
The Has-A-Whole-Lot family had just done counting
their only and always daughter's honey star polkadots
the day before the festival and parade.
They wanted to give their daughter
her always and forever first name at the ceremony the next day,
but were having trouble deciding on a good name for such a beautiful girl
who had no less than twelve honey stars polkadotted all over her face.
Should they call her 'Pretty-Dozen', or '12-Magic-Minis',
or 'Milky-Way-Dreams', or 'Kisses-and-Wishes'?
Since she was all of seven, and considered herself nearly grown up,
her daddy, who was named So-Very-Many,
and her mommy, who was named Stars-Out-Tonight,
asked her to choose one of the four names.
They felt this was better than hearing about
what a bad name they had given her for the rest of their born days.
Did I mention she was a strong-willed girl?
She wrote out the four names,
eeny-meeny-miney'd and moe'd over them,
and her finger landed on 'Pretty-Dozen'.
'No, absolutely not,' she told them.
(See, I told you she was strong-willed.)
'Why?' they asked.
'Well, Pretty-Dozen and 12-Magic-Minis are nice names,' she said,
'but what if I have friends with thirteen stars?'
'What will I do then, if I have a name that tells everyone I have only twelve?'
She petted her shortbread cat, Sweet-Tooth and scratched his candycane spots
and thought. A grown-up polkadotty name was an awesome decision.
Should it be Milky-Way-Dreams, or Kisses-and-Wishes?
She pictured Milky-Way-Dreams as a dark chocolate horse under the stars,
racing smoothly to a finish line.
Kisses-and-Wishes was like a handsome prince riding from the faraway hills
and scooping her up in his arms, and carrying her away forever.
It took her breath away.
'I would like to be called 'Kisses-and-Wishes, please,' she whispered.
She didn't tell them why, because they didn't like it when she acted too grown-up.
In fact, she would tell you if she were here,
that her parents got really upset when she was too romantic.
'Fluff and stuff,' said her dad, who was a scientific type.
And her mom said 'If only you knew.'
She hadn't figured out what that meant yet, and her mother would never explain.
Anyway, Kisses-and-Wishes it was to be, and as she fell asleep,
she tried to think of what to wear to the Polkadot Town Festival and Parade,
which was to be the very next day.
The next morning, she woke up smelling warm fruit,
which was what happened when the Apricot and Peach mountains
heated up in the morning sun. The espresso clouds you see, were just clearing.
After she had breakfast, picked straight off the cherry freezy trees in her back yard,
she dressed in her best polkadotty clothes.
She wanted to be a rainbow of polkadots,
since she was to be named Kisses-and-Wishes
and wishing was what she did if she saw a rainbow.
First, she put on black polkadot underwear and tights with red polkadots.
Next, came a frilly orange dress with yellow and green polkadots.
On top of this, she pulled a blue shawl with indigo polkadots over her shoulders.
Then she put on her best violet hat with gold polkadot peacock feathers,
and sparkly violet shoes with gold polkadot bows.
She ran out of her bedroom,
hopscotched down the hall, hitting only polkadots on the floor,
her peacock feather bobbing wildly,
and grabbed her all-grown-up looking violet purse with gold polkadots.
She took a gold and pink polkadotted lip gloss from her purse,
rushed past her mommy to look in the bathroom mirror to put on the gloss,
and looked long and hard at the grown-up girl she saw.
'Momma,' she whispered, 'am I pretty?
Even though I have only twelve honey stars and other girls have more?'
'Yes,' said her mommy, who wasn't really paying close attention
since she was still getting ready herself.
'Come on, we don't want to be late for the polkadot count,
or the naming ceremony,' said her mother.
So the Has-A-Whole-Lot family spent an enjoyable morning
counting polkadots high and low all over town.
They counted about ten thousand polkadots, just the three of them,
and added them to the kazillions of polkadots mentioned by place and kind
on the counting board at the Polkadot Town Square.
Then all the children, all eight of them,
who were to get their always and forever names,
lined up in front of the Mayor and her council.
Little Miss Has-A-Whole-Lot was a little scared, but she was determined to be brave.
'My, my,' beamed the Mayor, who was also a mommy,
'what a fine bunch of honey-starred children we have here today.
And, what a lovely bunch of starry names.'
And then the Mayor gave them their names, one by one, first the boys,
and they were Star-Invader, Galactic-Wizard, Glowing-Universe, and Prize-of-Aliens.
'Such good names for boys,' the Mayor said slowly.
Then she named the girls, saying something about each name as she spoke it,
and the girls were Dream-Heavens, Beyond-Starlight, and Shooting-Star-Delight.
Then to Miss Has-A-Whole-Lot, who was last and was trembling a little, she said
'My, my, is this your name, my dear?
What a beautiful name for your honey stars, Kisses-And-Wishes.
Why it reminds me, it reminds me, lets see now...' and she paused,
'of a handsome prince riding from the faraway hills
and scooping a lady up in his arms, and carrying her away forever.
It takes my breath away, it does. So very, very romantic.'
Kisses-And-Wishes just beamed up at her, and her mother who was beside her,
said to her 'Yes, you are our only and always daughter, we have only one,
and from today you will be called by your always and forever name,
our most beautiful daughter.
You will be forever in our hearts, Kisses-And-Wishes.'
And then she kissed her, right on her honey-starred face,
and gave her a great big hug.
And the Polkadot Town Parade Marching Band started playing,
well, can you guess?
The Lemonade and Chocolate Cream Cheese Pie Polka.
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