Once long ago there lived a race of peaceful folk called the Twids. Twids are bigger than smurfs but smaller than gnomes. They were a happy people, living in tranquility until one dark day an ogre came from atop the mountain and pillaged their homes, stealing all the food and most of their valuables. The Twids were aghast at their situtation. To make matters worse this became a regular occurence. They would restock their larders and then the mean old ogre would clean them out. All the inhabitants of Twidville gathered together to come up with a plan to resolve their problem with the ogre. They decided that the mayor of the town would climb the mountain and attempt to reason with the ogre. The mayor climbed the mountain, huffing and puffing as he reached the top. When the ogre saw the mayor he rushed over with a roar and kicked the Twid mayor all the way down to the bottom. Well, it was obvious that the ogre would have to be met by force so the largest Twid of them all volunteered to vanquish the ogre. He stomped up the mountain but when he reached the top the ogre kicked him down to the bottom also. By now the Twids were furious. They banded together and made to wage war on the ogre but when they came to the top of the mountain the ogre kicked them all down again. The Twids were feeling defeated and forlorn when a kindly Rabbi came into the village. They told the Rabbi of their plight and begged him to help them. Reluctantly, the Rabbi agreed and made his way to the top of the mountain, fully expecting to be kicked backed down. However, when he reached the top of the hill the ogre just watched him. He approached the ogre and asked him if he would kindly leave the Twids alone. The ogre shrugged his shoulders and agreed. As the Rabbi started back down, his curiousity got the better of him he turned to the ogre and asked, "Ogre, why did you not kick me down the mountain as you did the Twids?" The ogre replied, "Silly Rabbi. Kicks are for Twids."
