A little story about the power of belief, excerpted from Trumpt Up: the unauthorized Trump family biography.
Dragons, Brownies, and Beliefs~
Once upon a time, deep in the forest, in a village of good-and-hard-working people, DJ Trump-the-Inventor was elected Mayor. He and his wife, Mellie-the-Intuitive, their six-year-old daughter, Samantha-the-Small, and a sweet toddler, Michael-the-Minuscule, lived in a sturdy cabin (which he had built) near the village center.
The lives of the Trump family seemed on track for “happily ever after” until Michael-the-Minuscule became Michael-the-Missing.
Here’s what happened.
One fine day, Michael-the-Minuscule toddled about the back yard, attempting to catch his shadow while Samantha-the-Small climbed a tree to peek into a bluebird nest to determine if bluebirds laid blue eggs. (They do indeed.)
Suddenly, Flames-a-Rory, a ginormous dragon who had “disappeared” several village children, swooped out of the sky, and with one giant gulp, swallowed Michael-the-Minuscule.
Samantha-the-Small raced to mommy who relayed the tragedy to her husband who instantly morphed into DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor, grabbed his ax, and raced out the door.
Following the sound of snoring, he located Flames-a-Rory, who had collapsed from carbohydrate overload after ingesting such a sweet toddler as Michael-the-Minuscule.
“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.”
Determined to finish unwanted dragon intrusions once and for all, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor hurried home to complete installation of the trigger mechanism of his latest creation, a rapid-fire-arrow launcher, designed to level the “human vs dragon” battle ground. As he struggled to complete his weapon, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor, envisioned a future of respect and re-election as the warrior who had permanently halted illegal intrusion by Flames-a-Rory.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mellie-the Intuitive launched a different plan to avert a widow-making confrontation between husband and dragon.
She loaded their pushcart with buckets of mead, dozens of brownies, apples, and 97 hot dogs with all the trimmings, headed into the forest, located the comatose dragon, and unpacked her gourmet picnic.
Awakened by the aroma of food, Flames-a-Rory opened one sleepy eye and then his cavernous mouth to ingest the stack of brownies.
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Out tumbled Michael-the-No-Longer-Missing and three other missing village children. Unharmed, they’d been playing hide and seek with Flames-a-Rory’s inner dragon, hiding behind gizzards and kidneys and such while awaiting rescue by their daddies.
Weren't they surprised to find a mommy instead?
Flames-a-Rory ate slowly, savoring the picnic, the first ever served to him by someone from the enemy camp. He was astounded at how much he enjoyed chatting with a human who wasn’t trying to kill him. Their conversation triggered a flood of emotion when Flames-a-Rory revealed his great angst: loneliness caused by being the last of his kind.
Mellie listened and nodded sympathetically with “oh how painful for you” when the dragon described the grisly deaths of his family members. She moved in closer and massaged his scaly neck, murmuring words of encouragement to “get it all out so healing can begin.”
Flames-a-Rory began to sob and hiccup so severely he quenched his flame.
Sensing the potential of a kinder, gentler dragon, Mellie-the-Intuitive suggested he consider a career shift to one that would banish loneliness and guarantee copious amounts of companionship, hot dogs, and cookies.
Meanwhile, back at home, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor completed assembling his weapon and prepared to exterminate Flames-a-Rory once and for all.
Imagine his delight as the dragon glided to a smooth landing at his front door, gently clutching the push cart holding Mellie-the-Intuitive, Michael-the-No-Longer-Missing, and the other village children.
Instantly, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor experienced a change of heart. His dragon phobia faded away.
When Mellie-the-Intuitive explained Flameless Rory’s tragic loss and her concept for a business that would benefit everyone, DJ Trump’s prejudice totally dissipated. He decided not to judge the dragon for following his natural instincts to avenge the loss of his loved ones by consuming the enemy. He gleefully anticipated the accolades sure to flow his way when their new endeavor brought huge prosperity to the village.
Flameless Rory apologized for kidnapping the village children and promised to become their fierce protector. “And by the way,” he inquired politely, “Will brownies be served with dinner?”
From that point forward, life changed for the Trump family.
Mellie became Chief Operating Officer of TrumpAir which offered non-stop, dragon-powered flights to far-away villages.
Sammie decided to pursue her studies in ornithology.
Michael postponed making life-altering decisions to enjoy being a sweet toddler for a while longer.
DJ launched a motivational speaking tour, "The Art of Making a Deal with a Dragon." He flew hither and yon, encouraging audiences to evaluate their beliefs, and, when appropriate, revise them.
His huge success in creatively embroidering (fibbing a bit about this and that) stories became genetically embedded into DJ's persona and was passed along to future generations.
DJ's enthusiastic embrace of "change your mind, your life will follow" spread through the country, across the continent, and around the world. As people altered their beliefs about who was supposed to do what in family, forest, and dragon dynamics, they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
Once upon a time, deep in the forest, in a village of good-and-hard-working people, DJ Trump-the-Inventor was elected Mayor. He and his wife, Mellie-the-Intuitive, their six-year-old daughter, Samantha-the-Small, and a sweet toddler, Michael-the-Minuscule, lived in a sturdy cabin (which he had built) near the village center.
The lives of the Trump family seemed on track for “happily ever after” until Michael-the-Minuscule became Michael-the-Missing.
Here’s what happened.
One fine day, Michael-the-Minuscule toddled about the back yard, attempting to catch his shadow while Samantha-the-Small climbed a tree to peek into a bluebird nest to determine if bluebirds laid blue eggs. (They do indeed.)
Suddenly, Flames-a-Rory, a ginormous dragon who had “disappeared” several village children, swooped out of the sky, and with one giant gulp, swallowed Michael-the-Minuscule.
Samantha-the-Small raced to mommy who relayed the tragedy to her husband who instantly morphed into DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor, grabbed his ax, and raced out the door.
Following the sound of snoring, he located Flames-a-Rory, who had collapsed from carbohydrate overload after ingesting such a sweet toddler as Michael-the-Minuscule.
“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.”
Determined to finish unwanted dragon intrusions once and for all, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor hurried home to complete installation of the trigger mechanism of his latest creation, a rapid-fire-arrow launcher, designed to level the “human vs dragon” battle ground. As he struggled to complete his weapon, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor, envisioned a future of respect and re-election as the warrior who had permanently halted illegal intrusion by Flames-a-Rory.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mellie-the Intuitive launched a different plan to avert a widow-making confrontation between husband and dragon.
She loaded their pushcart with buckets of mead, dozens of brownies, apples, and 97 hot dogs with all the trimmings, headed into the forest, located the comatose dragon, and unpacked her gourmet picnic.
Awakened by the aroma of food, Flames-a-Rory opened one sleepy eye and then his cavernous mouth to ingest the stack of brownies.
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Out tumbled Michael-the-No-Longer-Missing and three other missing village children. Unharmed, they’d been playing hide and seek with Flames-a-Rory’s inner dragon, hiding behind gizzards and kidneys and such while awaiting rescue by their daddies.
Weren't they surprised to find a mommy instead?
Flames-a-Rory ate slowly, savoring the picnic, the first ever served to him by someone from the enemy camp. He was astounded at how much he enjoyed chatting with a human who wasn’t trying to kill him. Their conversation triggered a flood of emotion when Flames-a-Rory revealed his great angst: loneliness caused by being the last of his kind.
Mellie listened and nodded sympathetically with “oh how painful for you” when the dragon described the grisly deaths of his family members. She moved in closer and massaged his scaly neck, murmuring words of encouragement to “get it all out so healing can begin.”
Flames-a-Rory began to sob and hiccup so severely he quenched his flame.
Sensing the potential of a kinder, gentler dragon, Mellie-the-Intuitive suggested he consider a career shift to one that would banish loneliness and guarantee copious amounts of companionship, hot dogs, and cookies.
Meanwhile, back at home, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor completed assembling his weapon and prepared to exterminate Flames-a-Rory once and for all.
Imagine his delight as the dragon glided to a smooth landing at his front door, gently clutching the push cart holding Mellie-the-Intuitive, Michael-the-No-Longer-Missing, and the other village children.
Instantly, DJ Trump-the-Avenger/Mayor experienced a change of heart. His dragon phobia faded away.
When Mellie-the-Intuitive explained Flameless Rory’s tragic loss and her concept for a business that would benefit everyone, DJ Trump’s prejudice totally dissipated. He decided not to judge the dragon for following his natural instincts to avenge the loss of his loved ones by consuming the enemy. He gleefully anticipated the accolades sure to flow his way when their new endeavor brought huge prosperity to the village.
Flameless Rory apologized for kidnapping the village children and promised to become their fierce protector. “And by the way,” he inquired politely, “Will brownies be served with dinner?”
From that point forward, life changed for the Trump family.
Mellie became Chief Operating Officer of TrumpAir which offered non-stop, dragon-powered flights to far-away villages.
Sammie decided to pursue her studies in ornithology.
Michael postponed making life-altering decisions to enjoy being a sweet toddler for a while longer.
DJ launched a motivational speaking tour, "The Art of Making a Deal with a Dragon." He flew hither and yon, encouraging audiences to evaluate their beliefs, and, when appropriate, revise them.
His huge success in creatively embroidering (fibbing a bit about this and that) stories became genetically embedded into DJ's persona and was passed along to future generations.
DJ's enthusiastic embrace of "change your mind, your life will follow" spread through the country, across the continent, and around the world. As people altered their beliefs about who was supposed to do what in family, forest, and dragon dynamics, they all lived happily ever after.
The End.