-A Fate-

We have been chased by COLORs.

　"It is better not to be on a road," said my fellow.

  
One day, we were thrown by a naughty boy accidentally. 

     "I flew! We came in the green sky!" I said so breathlessly. But my fellow looked puzzled.

     "We don't work well in a tree."
                                                   
His hands dropped powerless by his side. But then with grim determination, he said,

     "There is no choice but accepting our COLORs."

I nodded and tied my hand with his hand strongly.