Plumita & Colors.

PLUMITA & COLORS 

In the city of Oaxaca had small black pen, which lived in a small pen, around many colors, everything seemed to be happy but it was not because she was the only pen and the colors did not want it to be different and made her feel bad. 

A Plumita loved to write. He wrote fantasy stories, cute poems and stories, loved to do it: but others thought that was silly and good for nothing, but she did not care what they said, because I just wanted to fulfill his dream which was to be a famous writer . 

One day, I began to think about what I could write, he thought, thought and thought, until an idea came to his mind was to write his life in detail, so that others would realize how he felt increasingly the hurt with your comments. But to write that ... decided to find a place where I could draw and do a good job, so he decided to leave that pen where he lived and went to a large library. 

Days passed and she did not even returning home, the colors were already worried because there appeared, suddenly appeared a small shadow toward them and was the small pen; all were very happy because they had returned. Without thinking twice, Plumita started telling them their work, the other end felt really bad, because they had done so. From that moment began treating everyone well and became very good friends forever. End. ♥♥♥