The Birds of Rainbow Forest

In a big, leafy forest lived many beautiful birds. There were red birds, blue birds, yellow birds, and green birds. Each group of birds lived on their own tree, only playing with birds of the same color. One day, a little purple bird named Plum hatched. Plum didn't look like any of the other birds. "Where do I belong?" Plum chirped sadly. Plum tried to join the red birds, but they said, "You're not red. You can't play with us." The blue birds, yellow birds, and green birds all said the same thing. Poor Plum felt very lonely and flew to a small tree all alone. But then something wonderful happened. A kind orange bird named Sunny saw Plum crying. "Why are you sad?" Sunny asked. "No one wants to play with me because I'm different," Plum sniffled. Sunny thought for a moment. "Being different is what makes you special! I'm orange, and I don't fit in with the other birds either. Want to be friends?" Plum's eyes lit up. "Really? Yes, please!" Sunny and Plum played together every day. They sang songs, flew through clouds, and told funny jokes. The other birds watched curiously. They had never seen two different-colored birds being friends before. One day, a strong wind blew through the forest. It knocked many nests out of the trees. "Oh no!" all the birds cried. "Our homes!" Plum had an idea. "Let's all work together to fix the nests!" At first, the birds weren't sure. But Sunny said, "Plum is right! We're all birds, no matter what color we are." So all the birds joined in. Red wings carried twigs, blue beaks weaved grass, yellow feet patted down leaves, and green tails swept everything tidy. With everyone helping, they fixed all the nests in no time! After that day, the birds realized how silly they had been. They saw that every bird was special in their own way. Now, the forest was filled with birds of all colors playing together. They made a beautiful rainbow when they flew as one big, happy flock. And little Plum, who once felt so alone, now had more friends than they could count. Every night, as the sun set, turning the sky into a colorful wonder, the birds would gather and sing: "Red or blue, yellow or green, Purple, orange, or in between. We're all special, we're all friends, Our rainbow flock never ends!"