There were carpets of joy in the naked hill.The fool was curious about the colors they wore, He was excited to see so many twigs of red, green, white, maroon and violet. He was disappointed that he was just grey. He shuffled through each of the colors. He asked the blue why it was blue. The blue silently layed there and didn't say nothing. He also asked the white why it was white. The white also said nothing but blushed whiter. Anguished, the fool tore a needle of a silent pine.The needle accepted the violence peacefully. The fool envied the submission. He decided to burn the pine down. From the flames, a fragrance spurred. The hill was clouded by an aura. A mountain of perfume enveloped the fool. The fool decided not to give up. He then flew above the clouds and lit the sun. Heat engulfed the hill. The carpets were ashes. The perfume disappeared. The hill melted. The fool laughed hysterically. He had won. The only color left was grey!!!