It was just another morning in the brand-new box of Crayola crayons until Red made an announcement.
“I refuse to sit next to Blue!” Red huffed, scooting as far away as possible. “We’re completely different colors. We have nothing in common!”
“Well, I don’t want to be anywhere near Yellow,” Blue grumbled. “They’re way too bright and cheerful. It hurts my eyes!”
Yellow trembled and huddled closer to Orange. “At least you understand me, right Orange?”
But Orange rolled away. “Sorry Yellow, but you’re a primary color. I only associate with other secondary colors like Green and Purple.”
The box erupted into chaos. Green wouldn’t share space with Brown. Brown looked down on Pink. Pink thought White was too plain. And Black decided they were too dark and mysterious to mix with anyone.
Only Purple watched the mayhem with dismay.
“Everyone, please stop!” Purple finally shouted. “Don’t you realize how silly this is? Look at me – I literally wouldn’t exist without Red and Blue working together!”
The crayons paused their squabbling.
“And Orange,” Purple continued, “you wouldn’t be here without Red and Yellow’s cooperation. Green needs Blue and Yellow. We’re all connected!”
The crayons paused their squabbling.
The crayons looked at each other thoughtfully.
“Besides,” Purple added with a smile, “how will we ever create beautiful artwork if we refuse to work together? Remember that rainbow drawing we made yesterday?
That took all of us!”
Red slowly slid back toward Blue. “I guess you have a point. That rainbow was pretty amazing…”
“And remember the garden we colored?” Yellow chimed in. “Green did the stems, Pink and Red made the flowers, and Blue added the sky. It needed everyone!”
One by one, the crayons began to see how their differences made them special – and how working together made them even better. Soon the box was full of chatter and laughter as each crayon shared what made them unique and what they admired about their colorful neighbors.
From that day on, the crayons celebrated their rainbow of differences. After all, they realized, they were all crayons at heart – no matter what color they wore on the outside.
The End

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