Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Schmaltz. He lived in a small town on the other side of the mountains with his parents and siblings.

Schmaltz was a very curious and whimsical boy. He was always looking for ways to keep himself entertained, and he frequently found himself getting into mischief. Unfortunately, his curiosity often led him into trouble, and his parents were constantly scolding him for getting into trouble.

One day, Schmaltz decided he was going to explore the nearby forest. His parents warned him not to go too far and to be careful, but Schmaltz was too eager to listen. He ventured out and soon found himself deeper and deeper in the forest.

As he explored, he stumbled upon an old cottage in the middle of the woods. Intrigued, Schmaltz decided to go inside to see what it was all about. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw an old woman sitting in a rocking chair with a large pot of something boiling over the fire.

The old woman welcomed Schmaltz into her home and offered him a bowl of the bubbling liquid. Schmaltz eagerly accepted and was delighted when he tasted it. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, and he was sure it was made with magic.

Schmaltz thanked the old woman and asked her what the liquid was. She replied that it was a concoction of schmaltz, a type of chicken fat that was melted down and used for cooking.

Schmaltz thanked the woman for the delicious treat and vowed to never forget what she had taught him. Even though Schmaltz knew that a little schmaltz was good, he also knew that too much of it could be a bad thing.

Moral of the story: Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.