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The colors were fighting again as they fell from the sky.

Yellow said: “I am a royal color, just like the sun that is very powerful indeed. Give me more space to fall!”

But Blue disagreed. “I am the color of sky and water and all that makes people happy. I should become the favorite.”

It wasn’t long before Green cut in. “I am the essential color of life, of plants and trees and all that means the springtime. The earth welcomes me more than any others.”

Red then talked about blood and skies and clay, while Purple suggested robes and sunsets as being best. Orange stood up and announced the morning sun and fading moon, while Brown drew attention to the mud and sands that covered the planet.

The more they argued the more the colors flew apart.

Suddenly the whole sky opened up and a voice made them stop fighting and listen. “I grow tired of your arguments about who is the best. You will never accomplish much if you don’t get together.”

Just as soon as the voice stopped, the colors found themselves touching as they stretched across the sky. They knew they had formed a rainbow.

Moral: If you spend all your time thinking you are best, you will soon feel very much alone. But if you touch others, you, too, may become thing of beauty, a rainbow.