the little bird and the world of colours

Once upon a time, there was a little bird whose feathers were a crisp, pure white.
Wherever she flew, the little bird was complimented on her beautiful wings and their pure colour.

But the little bird didn't like her feathers, or the colour they were.
"I don't want to be just a white bird," she said to herself.
"But how can I find more colours?"

The little bird thought and thought as hard as she could
and finally, she came up with an answer.

"I know!" she said to herself.
"I'll fly through the worlds of many colours
and experience them all for myself!"

So the little bird flew and flew.
She flew through
the blue of tears,
the orange of smiles,
the pink of sneezes,
the purple of sadness
and the red of anger.

And as she passed through those worlds,
she took the colours she experienced into herself,
until she became a beautiful

rainbow-coloured

bird.

But the little bird still wanted to see more colours.

So the little bird flew and flew,
and the more she flew,
the more colourful her wings became.
But as she began taking more colours into her wings,
the colours started to mix and grow dull and faded

The little bird was scared.

"I don't want to go back to being a white bird!" she cried.
"I need to fly more and experience even more colours!"

So the little bird flew and flew,
through as many coloured worlds as she could find.
But with each colour she took into her wings,
the more and more they mixed,
and the duller they became.

Until one day, her once beautiful wings
turned a ugly black
and the little bird died.