Diamonds in the Dirt

The Crayon Box

The Crayon Box

In the crayon box, there lives many colors. Fifty colored crayons in all. Each color was different and unique, each crayon bringing a new shade to a blank sheet of paper. But one day there was a dispute in the crayon box. The peach crayon, the black crayon and the brown crayon were all fighting one another. They shouted and argued and finally the orange crayon had, had enough.
"What's the matter?" he demanded, in an annoyed tone.
"Peach crayon doesn't like me!" cried brown crayon.
"Peach crayon," Pipped the pink crayon, "why don't you like brown crayon? He's very nice, and has done nothing to offend you."
"I don't like his color." peach crayon said shrewdly, "It's plain! And I think it doesn't belong in this nice crayon box!"
"Peach doesn't like me either!" Black crayon shouted angrily, "Say's I'm too dark."
"Peach crayon!" Orange exclaimed, appalled.
"I think there should only be light colored crayons in this box!" Peach proclaimed.
"But peach crayon," violate crayon said gently. "That would mean I couldn't stay here. Don't you like me?"
"Not if your dark!" Peach shouted.
Violate crayon stared at peach crayon shocked.
"But peach crayon," Dark green crayon joined in, "why do you hate all the dark colors?"
"I believe the light colors where made first, and that the dark colors are not as good as us. They should just not be included in the crayon box! Most children prefer us anyways!"
Gasps and angry shouts erupted into the air, filling the crayon box with noise.
"But that's absurd!" shouted light gray crayon, "I may not be used as much, but look at dark blue, and green and black! Their one of the most popular colors! And that's just naming a few in our box!"
"But peach crayon," Red chimed in, "we need ALL the colors to create a beautiful picture!"
Suddenly, a loud, old voice echoed though the box. "Quiet! Be quiet everyone!"
All the crayon's quieted down.
"I, am not used very often." Started white crayon. "So from all the art work I've seen you all make, I've learned a lot of important lessons. One, is that every color is different. Each one is unique and special. When put together, colors can make the most beautiful things. But when a color stands alone, it is plain. Like, if we only had light colors, there would be no contrast, it would be hard to make something that was different. We need you brown, to create trees and soil, and whatever else the artist chooses. We need you black to help create a night sky scene. Or if you mixed with yellow, you could make a bee. If we say we don't like a crayon just because of their color, we are being foolish. The crayon was made that color, and they cannot help that. Nor should they want to. Be thankful for your color. Be thankful for others colors. Never judge them, or hate them because if it. A crayon box is not complete when it's missing a color. So, be happy with who you are and who others are."
Peach crayon then realized how silly he had been, and apologized, feeling terrible for his cruelty. All the crayons forgave him, and they where friends once again.
Then, there was a loud stomping. A child'a hand lifted the lid of the crayon box, and started to work on her new creation. Using all the colors she drew a magnificent picture.