Walt could have used a few more Dwarfs…. I think.

Like Smarty, and Wacky, and Frumpy.  Just to start.

I like those Seven Dwarfs, I do.  And really…. they are perfect in most every way.  I guess I like them so much, I simply wish there were more.

In my estimation, that little group of fellas really have it going on.  Stylish.  Communal.  Representative of a wide range of emotions and states of being.  Great little guys to have around the house.   And the garden.

Hard little workers they were.   And…..  The Fathers of the Group-Trust-Building Activities.    As a unit…. they totally rock.  Yet as individuals, they have much to offer us too.

The Dwarfs are frequently used in analogies.  I think.

A lot of times… people will compare friends or family members to certain  members of the Hi-Ho Seven.   “Oh… so and so reminds me of Grumpy.”  OR…..  Dopey, or Bashful, or Happy… it just goes.  We also have a tendency to match our own personalities with those of the Dwarfs.    I call this phenomenon “Dwarfology”

Sometimes… they intermingle when it comes to the personality analogy.  For instance, when I am Sleepy… I can be Grumpy.  Even Dopey.  But give me a nap… and I am right back to being Happy.

But now and again, the Original Septet just is a few Dwarfs short.  No pun intended.

Frumpy is the one I have on my mind tonight.  I see an awful lot of Frumpy’s in the world.  Not just physically Frumpy.  But… people can be a little Frumpy on the inside too.

Boy oh boy.  Now that I think of it…. that list of Dwarfs could expand exponentially.  I just thought of Brick…. the Dwarf that is so thick… as a brick… that he won’t listen to anyone.

We have more Dopeys than I can count.  Brick and Dopey were twins.  I know a couple of Cocky’s too.  How many dang Dwarfs am I up to at this point?   For me personally…. I could add two more.  Chilly and Hungry.

Heck, by the time I get done, we won’t have enough room in the little Dwarf house for everyone.  Tenement tents will have to go up out back…. neighbors will begin to complain of vagrancy.  Even though most of us will be off at the mine all day… a dig, dig, dig, digging.

With all those Dwarfs hanging around…. well…… we are liable to piss off some wicked Queen.  Then where would we be?  Heck.  She might even take it out on Snow White.

Yes, perhaps I just better leave well enough alone… in the land of Fairy Tales and Dwarf Stories.

…..  I should simply be grateful  …. and just whistle while I work.

“This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction” – Henry David Thoreau

“Praise the bridge that carried you over.”  – George Colman