Versicolor
Adjective:
1. Changeable in color: versicolor skies.
2.Of various colors; parti-colored: a versicolor flower arrangement.
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Characters: Yuma, Kotori
Summary: Two 5-year-old kids want the same crayon.
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Kotori's eyes sparkled as the she scanned the crayon box. It was the largest crayon box she had ever gazed upon. The box contained many different shades, however there was one shade in particular Kotori was after.
The young girl's eyes flickered over the versicolor crayons until she found the one. The sharpened, blush pink crayon sat in the row of pink. Kotori went to pick up the crayon, but it seems that someone else had the same idea.
"Yuma," the young girl whined. "Let go!"
The young boy next to Kotori made a face. He didn't want to let go of the crayon. He needed it for The Dark Magician Girl's skirt!
"No," Yuma told Kotori defiantly. "I saw it first."
"No you didn't! I saw it first!" Kotori insisted.
The young children glared at each other intensely. No one would be giving up this duel for a long time. Well, a long time for two 5-year-olds. After about five minutes, Yuma and Kotori were on the floor wrestling for control of the pink crayon.
"It's mine!" Yuma yelled.
"No! The crayon is mine!" Kotori shot back.
The two children continued to pull on the crayon, but that stopped as soon as each of them both had a piece of the crayon. The pink crayon broke in half.
Yuma was almost ready to cry. He was stuck with this stubby end of a broken crayon. The boy looked over to Kotori, who had the tip of the crayon. Yuma narrowed his eyes at his friend.
"I want that piece."