In the village of Fountain Hills, some people need happy pills. They grumble and groan, and they bicker and they moan, until they are blue in the face.

They voted down the schools – and earlier, a pool – because living in Fountain Hills is only for the “cool.” They are frozen in time and won’t give up a dime because “those people” will only bring in crime.

An opportunity appears, but it riles up their fears. They want everything to stay as it has been for years.

They follow false prophets and ignore we need profits so our streets will not crumble; but still they mumble and grumble.

Now they have in their Target, a quite splendid market, a chance to make things come alive; a new building that will help us thrive.

The “yes” people say, “let’s go, we really want to grow,” so they welcome new ideas with a hearty “hello.”

But the “no” People have a solution – one they pursue with strong resolution. “Let’s build a wall around the town –

we’ll make it high and a beastly dark brown. No one gets in unless they have a key (And by the way, also pay a hefty fee)."

Gilbert, Chandler or Queen Creek we’ll not be, because we just don’t foresee the need for new blood. Yet, the “yes” people want their town to blossom and bud.

That’s the end of my fable. What do you want on our label? The answer is easy, though it makes some people curiously queasy.

I want laughter, children and pets, and a town with no regrets; a place that says “welcome” with lots of momentum. A town with a vision and little division.

(With apologies to Dr. Seuss.)

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