The Sweet Heart Of Sugarland

Far away, as the fairy flies, round about the rainbow and over the moon, on the otherside of the stars was a land called Sugarland; a land where everything was sweet; where rivers ran with fruit flavoured fizzy pop and candy grew on all the trees and everyone there was happy because they shared the land and everything was free.
But then a businessman named I R Glutton, the I. R. standing for Incredibly Ravenous, came to Sugarland in a boat and he brought iron, steam powered soldiers with him, with guns.
"Look at this place", he said, gazing all around at Sugarland, his eyes glistening with greed, "One could make a fortune selling all these sweets to children and its all free. The local people don't own it, they don't use it or recognize the monetary value of what they have. Thank goodness an entrepreneur like me found this place and can put it to its proper use".
And then, without asking the people who lived in Sugarland, Mr Glutton began putting up walls and fences around all the candy trees and damming up the fizzy pop river and putting up signs saying, "Property of I. R. Glutton".
Ofcourse now that all the sweets in Sugarland belonged to the Glutton company, the local people couldn't eat them and they and their poor children began to starve.
They tried peacefully protesting outside the gates of the sweet packaging factory that Glutton had built, and which billowed noxious chemicals from its towering chimneys into the air, shouting, "I. R. Glutton is a thief", "Give back Sugarland" and, "This land should belong to everyone". 
But laughing at their protestations, Mr Glutton just ordered his mechanical men to fire at the crowd and they were forced to run for their lives.
And things didn't get any better for the Sugarlanders for as the Glutton company expanded it took up more and more land and families of Sugarlanders were forced, by Gluttons mechanical men, to move from their homes to make way for more packaging and bottling factories, more motorways and railways for transporting sweets and more walls and fences.
Ofcourse, he did allow some of the Sugarlanders to work for him but he paid them all pitifully low wages, not enough to really support their families or live healthy, happy lives and all the Sugarlanders could see how their cheery, beautiful land was slowly being turned into a grey, inhospitable land of grey factories, walls and fences and it made them all very sad.
One day however, three friends; a rabbit named Honeybunny; a Magpie named Sweetypie and a kitten named Sugarpuss decided to set out to find the Sweetheart; a mythical, magical gem that was supposed to grant any wish to those who found it.
And they travelled a long way, past the hot chocolate volcano that bubbled constantly with lava of drinking chocolate; over the desert of dessert, a desert filled with sugar and sherbet instead of sand, on the back of a caramel camel; across the cold land of ice cream riding upon a moose of chocolate mousse; through the swamps of honey and treacle, rowing a pudding bowl with a dessert spoon and over the plateau of Gateau, through the black forest of chocolate and cherry trees that covers it until, finally, they reached Jelly mountain; a mountain made of strawberry jelly at the top of which the Sweetheart of Sugarland was supposed to be.
And as they climbed Jelly mountain it began to wobble, so much that they all fell off.
Fortunately they fell onto some large marshmallows that, because they were as soft as pillows, broke their fall.
But Honeybunny and his friends didn't know how they would get to the top of the Jelly mountain.
"How do we climb up a mountain if, each time we climb it, it wobbles so much that we all fall off", he asked.
Just then, however, as Sugarpuss was looking around, she looked at some desert spoons that were lying nearby and it gave her an idea.
"I know", she said, "We don't have to climb the mountain. If we eat from the bottom of it, it will get lower".
And so all three of the friends, picking up dessert spoons, started to eat the bottom of Jelly mountain and, as they did, the mountain got lower and lower until, finally, the top of the mountain was low enough for them to reach.
And at the top of the mountain was a fairy; the sugarplum fairy who was the guardian of the Sweetheart of Sugarland.
"You've come along way", she said to them.
"We had to", said Sweetypie, the magpie, "Because Mr Glutton is turning Sugarland into a place that isn't so sweet anymore".
"Well then", said the Sugarplum fairy, handing them the sweetheart that was a ruby heart made of rock candy, "Make your wish".
Then all three of the friends put their hands upon the magic gem and wished at the same time, "We wish Mr Glutton could have love in his heart because love makes the whole world sweet".
And the moment they made the wish the sweetheart began to glow with a bright pink light and, at that very same moment, sitting behind a desk in  his office, I. R. Glutton felt a bright pink glow inside him too.
"What is that?", he thought as he felt the love enter his heart, because he had never felt it before.
And it was not a nice feeling because, with love in his heart, he realized how mean he had been to all the people of Sugarland and how he had ruined their beautiful land and tears started to pour down his face; first one, then two, then three and then a whole waterfall of tears.
"What have I done?", he said, sobbing into a handkerchief that had never felt a tear before.
But then, getting up and looking out of his office window at the land beyond he thought,
"Still its not too late to change it all".
And so, after that, Glutton had all his fences and walls knocked down and all his signs saying, "Property of I. R. Glutton" removed and, when he did, when he set Sugarland free again, all the people of Sugarland became his friends and he realized, "The sweetest thing of all is love".