One, two, three… Rainbow! K.

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Once upon a time, a little bird woke up in the morning but found that there was something
wrong with the sad, fading Rainbow.
- “Uncle Rainbow! What happened to you? I see that you have only three colours:
black, grey, and white. Where are your fine beautiful colours?”
-“It’s not my fault, Birdy! Ask Sister Rain,” said the rainbow, in a crestfallen tone.
‘She is no longer bringing sweet Water. All she is breading is a black liquid that Man
calls ‘water’, but which is not Water. Oh! Gone are the days when Water was really
Water.”
So the little bird flapped its tiny dewy wings and flied to the Rain:
- “Aunt Rain, why don’t you bring sweet Water to Uncle Rainbow?”
-“It’s not my fault, Birdy! It’s Sister Cloud who is no longer bringing me healthy
atoms. How can I bring sweet and clear Water when all that Sister Cloud is giving me
is weak dirty atoms? Go Birdy, go! Fly as high as you can and talk to Sister Cloud;
she may listen to you.”
The little bird raised its delicate beak, directed its piercing eyes to the blue, and spotted the
Cloud who was sleeping in a corner of the grey sky:
-“Aunt Cloud, how dare you send frail atoms to Aunt Rain? Aren’t you Water sisters?
Don’t your Water ties go back to the dawn of time?”
-“It’s not my fault, Birdy! It’s Brother Wind who is no longer serving me good. The
good healthy days are gone with Brother Wind. Go, Birdy, go. If you stay at this
altitude, you won’t find your way back to Mother Earth. Go and tell Brother Wind I
am missing him.”
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The little bird felt dizziness, flapped its cold wings and cried for help, and the Wind
came swiftly on the spot.
-“Hi little? Ah that’s Birdy! What brings you to these heights?”
-“Tell me, Uncle Wind, tell me! Why aren’t you serving Aunt Cloud, Aunt Rain
and Uncle Rainbow?”
-“It’s not my fault, Birdy! You know that I am no lazy than you. But I am a
little angry with Miss Tree, Mr. River and Father Sea. They are currently in
bad terms; and in such case, it’s you, Water, and me who suffer. You’d better go
straightway to Father Sea. He may be moved by your soft twittering. Go, Birdy!
Go to Father Sea.”
- “No! I won’t go alone. Take me, please, to Father Sea.”
Uncle Wind collected all his forces, inhaled the poor polluted Air and exhaled it in
the direction of the Sea, and the little Bird found itself face to face with the mighty
large Sea. He was so impressed by the great amount of Water and the dull blue-
green colour of the Sea surface that he made to come back to Mother Earth. But
the Sea recognized him and stopped him:
-“Where are you going, Birdy? Don’t you ask your questions first?”
-“Who told you I have questions? How did you know it?”
-“You are not the first visitor. But be sure, Birdy, it’s not my fault! I’ve been
patient for a long time, and my patience has limits. Miss tree is exhaling bad Air,
Mr River is loading me with Man’s dirty and sticky Water. Oh yes, Man! Man
is the clue. He is now plaguing me and my living offspring with his filth. But if some
little Bird of wisdom could tell him the whole story, he may come back to Reason.

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Go, Birdy! Go to Man and, I am sure, you know what to tell him.”
On his way to Man, the little bird saw Man’s smokes killing the Air, and Man’s
buildings slaughtering Mr River with their tarry vomits. He then summoned all his
might and prepared a good account.
On his way to Man, the little bird is now sure that Man’s Children will listen to
him. He is sure that they will stop bothering all God’s creatures, Miss Tree, Mr
River, Father Sea, Uncle Wind, Aunt Cloud, Aunt Rain, and sad uncle Rainbow.
Oh yes, Uncle Rainbow will certainly recover his colours and shine in all his glory.
On his way to Man, Birdy has now a strange good feeling that Mother Earth
is happy. Though Man can be the worst enemy, Man’s Children can be the best
friends.

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