Once upon a time, when everything was light and cheerful, there was a dark and not very cheerful person travelling around. Or, I don’t know if I could call him a person. Actually I don’t know what to call him besides his name. His name was Black.
Black had been travelling for a long time. All his friends had settled down. Both Red and Green had found their place in the world. And Blue had found the most beautiful place of them all; the sky.
Black was kind of envious of his friends. Blue had the sky, Green had the grass, Red had the pretty roses, and Yellow owned the sun and the stars. Even Turquoise had found her own place in the water around equator. So Black kept travelling to see if his place was to find somewhere out there.
One day he heard that White finally had settled down too, in some frosty place up North. She’d even got her own animal, Black heard; the polar bear. “Well,” he thought, “if White can have an animal, I can have one too!” And that’s how he started his journey, chasing for an animal who would like to be black.