A crayon that once lived in a classroom had a preference for her color, which was yellow. “It’s also the color of the sun”, he used to say and disliked anything that had to do with other colors, especially purple. So picky was she, that she even chose to hang out with crayons of color that matched her own: green, orange and blue.
So proud was she about her color, that she one day decided to paint the most beautiful thing to her liking. “I’ll paint the bright sun”, she announced to the other crayons, then took a big piece of paper on which she painted a yellow sun along with its rays.
“Your painting is very nice, but I think I need to add something”, the orange crayon told her, highlighting the sun’s rays with her own color. The yellow crayon welcomed it, as yellow and orange are a great match and they were both friends.
“Your sun will shine even brighter if we add grass”, the green crayon told her, adding a green valley just below the sun. The yellow crayon agreed, as green also matches yellow and they complement each other.
“How can we have a sun but no sky?”, the blue crayon asked and quickly added her own touch around the sun, careful so as not to blur the orange rays. The yellow crayon agreed once more and marveled at the masterpiece that was beginning to form on the sheet of paper, not wanting to let any other crayon touch it, however, as they were not her friends.
As soon as they saw it, the other crayons got jealous. “How can you have a sky with no clouds at all?”, the white crayon asked and added her touch without asking the yellow crayon, filling the blue sky with clouds. The black crayon then followed her, adding shadows below the clouds that now stood before the bright sun.
“And how come the earth doesn’t have a single mountain?”, the brown crayon asked and filled in all sorts of hills, some of which were so high they reached the cloudy sky.
“You are destroying my masterpiece!”, the yellow crayon angrily told them, as soon as she realized what they had done, as she thought they were inferior to her. When she took another glance at the painting, however, she decided the clouds and the mountains made her sun look even brighter.
“Let me add a touch then!”, the purple crayon exclaimed and drew a curvy line stretching from one cloud to other, right below the sun.
“You’ve ruined it!”, the yellow crayon told her in a strict manner, and she almost burst in tears. “There’s nothing I can do to save my masterpiece after what you’ve done”, she added with worry.
“Not unless we all learn to cooperate”, the blue crayon told her, then added an extra layer of blue above the curvy line the purple crayon had drawn. Then the orange, the red, the green and the light blue crayon followed, each and every one adding an extra layer of color on top of the existing ones so as to form a beautiful rainbow, which made the sun look brighter and more majestic than ever before.
“Now that’s magic!”, the yellow crayon exclaimed as she added the finishing touch. She then marveled at the beautiful painting they had created together with the other crayons, thanking them personally one – by -one for the collaboration as she realized that instead of ruining her work, they had helped her create a true masterpiece.