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Teaching Diversity:
The Crayon Box that Talked...
The Color of Friendship

The Crayon Box that Talked
This story teaches us to recognize that we are different, and that it is our differences that give us the ability to take on different jobs. Each person has a role in our community, just as each color has it's place in the rainbow.

However, the story comes with a warning. We will never be happy, or do our jobs as well, unless we work together in friendship.

Encourage your child to see that respect, peace, love and harmony are the basic tools we should use with everyone.

Equality for all - plus a little extra respect for your elders!

Once, a long time ago,
all the colors of the world began to argue...

They each claimed they were the best and most important color.
Here is what they said:

Green said:
I am obviously the most important, because there is more of me than any other color.

I am the color for the grass, the leaves, the trees and mosses.

All the animals would die without me. Clearly, I am the color of life and hope.
Blue frowned:
Green, you have it wrong. The Earth is more than just the ground. I am the color of the sea and sky.

I am water, the starting place of life.

All of your grass, trees and leaves depend on the rain from my sky.

Without me, the earth would be scorched and barren.
Yellow laughed:
You need me to be able to rain, Blue. My heat draws the waters of the sea up into the clouds in the sky and it is when I let the clouds cool that the water comes down.

I bring heat and light into the world through the sun, moon and stars. None of you bring Daffodils into the world, to show the end of winter, or sunflowers to start summer.

I bring smiles and laughter, so without me, there would be no fun.
Orange smirked:
I am the one who is most important, because I am not everywhere, so when I'm seen, I'm special.

At sunset and sunrise, my color fills the sky and everyone forgets the other colors.

I am the color of health and strength.

The orange fruits and vegetables bring precious vitamins that are found nowhere else.
Red shouted:
I am the most important, for I am the color of blood.

Without me, there would be no animals.

I am the color of love, danger and bravery.
Purple stood up:
I am the color of Leaders and power.

The robes of all the great leaders were colored with me.

I am not questioned, people hear and obey!
Finally Indigo spoke, very quietly:
I am the color of silence and thought.

You don't notice me, but without me, you are just loud and showy.

I am the color of twilight and deep water.

You need me to give balance and peace.

The colors didn't stop there; they just continued arguing about who was best until...
FLASH... CRASH... BOOM...
The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed and the rain poured down. As the rain fell on each of the shouting colors, he heard what they were saying.
"Foolish colors" he said. "Don't you know that you are each created for a different special reason, and that all of you are needed for the world to work? You each have your purpose to fulfill. Each of us will miss out if you don't all work together. Shake hands and say you are sorry."
The colors were ashamed of themselves and were soon apologizing, and back to being friends. After a time, the rain stopped. The dark clouds rolled away. All the colors worked extra hard, and the world seemed much brighter, much more full of beautiful colors than before.
A few days later, the rain started again, and once again, the colors were quarrelling. The rain was shocked. He said "But you know that each of you is special and has a purpose, and that each of you are different so that all the different jobs can be done. What is there is fight about?"
Rain realized that there was no point in just asking them to say sorry. They had to do something together, that needed all of them, so they could each see that there was a place for everyone. So, rain asked them to form a bridge of color across the sky after each heavy rainfall.
They still weren't perfect, and weren't nice all of the time, but the colors got along much better, because they had a regular reminder that their differences were needed.
Every time you see a rainbow, remind your child that each of the colors has their job to do in the rainbow, and while the rainbow could still be formed with one of them missing, it would not be as beautiful. It's the same with our world. If one of us decides not to contribute, not to do everything they can, the world still is there, but it's not as special as it could be.
Recommended: "The Crayon Box that Talked"
by Shane Derolf