This story was born as a response to the trauma the children in my life were displaying after the events of Sept. 11th. It is designed to acknowledge and comfort those whose lives were forever changed by that day.
Uncle Mixey is a multi-colored guy who loves to tell stories to children. The children in this story are blue, pink, purple and other rainbow colors, but through Uncle Mixey they discover that they all have the same feelings.
Uncle Mixey sat in his big, soft and old yellow chair. His pipe wound around his hand in a knot that you could never really figure out, no matter how long or hard you stared at it.
The clouds that came out of his pipe smelled sweet, like cotton candy, and each puff was a different color. The first puff might be soft blue, like the sky. Then the next puff might be a bright, neon green or a cheery, fire engine red. Sometimes the clouds came in different shapes. You never really knew what to expect from Uncle Mixey’s pipe.
Watching Uncle Mixey was like watching a video game. Watching him was fun. But listening to him, that was the best.
The Color Kids had gathered in a half-circle around Uncle Mixey’s chair. It was story time and no one wanted to miss an Uncle Mixey story.