One day, it was raining from a little boy’s homework book. There was a group of beautiful rainbow colors, and a conversation was going on between them about what each of them had given the black color, because the little boy had not used it at all.
The other beautiful rainbow colors were angry about this matter, and they started to quarrel and say: You do not deserve to sit with us in this place. For the little boy does not like to use you in his drawings. He uses us all to draw natural beautiful pictures with our bright colors, but you do not have any place in those beautiful pictures.
The color black felt anger because he believed in himself, and he said to them: Do not grieve, oh people. For the famous painters use me in their drawings and do not use anyone else instead of me in their drawings, and their drawings have gained wide fame and no one of you has seen fame that your drawings were from his drawings only.
The colors were calm in their anger and turned their eyes on the color black and said to him in chorus: But natural beautiful pictures do not need black, and you have to be convinced that the little boy does not need you in drawing, so you will be used in drawing everything that is beautiful and only.
The color black got angry and screamed in a loud voice: I am the queen of color! You will soon regret your words, and I will walk on a drawing plate that contains part of the beautiful food and I will color everything in it with black until the sun becomes black in its color and its light becomes black.
The color black said to the other colors: From today, the day will be dark, and I will make everything dark and I will eat all your bright colors in all dishes to darkness, and I will fly walking on top of the painters in all directions, and they will hide between darkness and trees, and he is happy with severe punishment.
The conversation ended with the little boy’s surprise at what happened to his beautiful drawings and he felt that something strange was happening. He grabbed the color black and said to him: You are the king of colors that put you above people’s heads, and you colored their eyes with the gloom of gloom and terror.
The other colors heard this talk and were pleased with the color black and said to him: Our apology to you was a failure. Accept our apology, the color black, and help us all in drawing a new drawing.
Translated from: The angry colors