There once was a boy- a unique, scatterbrained, and beautiful little young man, really- who lived in a long ago time in a long ago land.  Java- doo, as we will call our little man, lived in a land called Melancholy White.  Everywhere Java- doo looked in Melancholy White was, well- white.  When he looked up, down, and really- all around- all he could see was the color white.  People wore white clothes and drove around town in white cars.  People ate white hamburgers and even brushed their teeth with white toothbrushes.  Nobody in Melancholy White drew pictures or wrote stories, because pencils, pens, paint, and paper never existed in any color other than white…You just can’t see a white picture drawn on white paper.
 Java- doo loved walking in the White Forest and talking himself in and out of fantastical stories full of excitement and adventure. [examples of his stories] Java-doo loved to talk to himself because, as far as he could tell, no one in Melancholy White liked to talk to him.  Every time Java-doo would try to start a conversation with another person in Melancholy White, they would make fun of him, or just ignore his new and crazy ideas.  Java- doo was really quite famous for his crazy ideas, but nonetheless, he surely did not like being made fun of.
 Early one bright white morning Java- doo was walking through the forest and having a grand time when he saw something very strange.  He knew he was wide awake, but this person he saw, dancing out of the woods, looked like something from his dreams.  It was a woman, yes.  Strangely enough, though, she had blue hair and was wearing sparkly green pants and a shiny purple tee-shirt!  Java- doo almost could not believe his very own eyes.  He had often seen colors in his dreams, but never in real life!
 Zipping fast, fast into his past- Java- doo remembered his first colorful dream.  He was probably eight years old.  In his dream, he was walking through the forest again, but a few things were very different.  The ground was squishy, like jello, and it was raining.  Rain was a common thing in Melancholy White- Java- doo had even heard once that was how Melancholy White got its name.  The funny thing was, though, Java- doo could see the rain; usually he only felt it.  The rain wasn’t white anymore!  Just as he thought this, he looked around and saw that everything was defined and beautiful.  He could not find the words to describe why everything looked so vibrant and fresh until a huge hot pink bird flew down from the sky.  This bird, in Java- doo’s dream, taught him about colors.  The bird, who introduced himself as Knowledge, taught Java- doo about orange, purple, red, and all of the other colors that ever existed.  Knowledge taught Java- doo that colors were very important for seeing the world as a beautiful place and for seeing everything as unique and special.  Java- doo remembered being excited in his dream.   But just as he was about to ask the bird why colors did not exist in Melancholy White, he woke up- in his white bed, in a white room, and in a white house.  Java- doo jumped out of bed, raced down the stairs, almost tripping as he went, and told his mom and dad all about his dream.  They looked at him for a few seconds and then quietly said, “Those colors are just for your dreams, Java- doo.  They will never exist here in Melancholy White.”  This made Java- doo a little sad, but he was still excited that he could see such neat colors, even if only when he dreamed.
Java- doo went to school and told his teacher and classmates about the colors he saw in his dream.  They didn’t laugh, because no one in Melancholy White hardly ever laughed, but they stared at him and exclaimed, “You are crazy, Java- doo!  Everyone knows colors don’t exist in Melancholy White!  Only weirdos think that!”  They did not believe a word Java- doo said.  Since that day, Java- doo was so scared of being made fun of that he pretty much stopped talking to anyone other than his parents.  Java- doo was probably one of the loneliest kids ever.  Ever since then Java- doo had been taking his walks in the White Forest.
 So, back to the day, the day that is today…Java- doo saw the colorful woman in the forest and was so excited he could hardly keep his feet on the ground or his mind in his head.  He wanted to run up and talk to her.  But, for a second, Java- doo doubted himself.  He thought back to all the mean things people had said to him and wondered if colors really did exist.  “What if I am just a weirdo after all?” thought Java- doo. “What if my dreams really don’t exist or mean anything?”  Just as these horrible thoughts were trickling through Java- doo’s head, though, he saw a smile break out on the colorful woman’s face.  There was something about the woman’s smile that gave Java- doo hope.
 The woman walked over to Java- doo and said,
Hello my friend, Java- doo
My name is Creativity
And I have a very special gift-
Just for you.
“Wow!! Just for me? A gift? What could anyone possibly want to give me?”
Well, I have been watching you Java- doo
I know how much you love colors
And I know how much you believe in them, too.
“I do!” said Java- doo. “I always wished other people could see them like I can!”
That’s what I want to give you Java- doo-
A gift that will allow others to see colors-
Just like you do.
“Really?  How can I show them?”
I am going to give you colorful paint
To paint Melancholy White with all the colors of your dreams
So others can see the world as it should be-
And not how they think it should seem.

Java- doo just didn’t know what to do because he was so excited.  He thanked Creativity and complimented her on her sparkly green pants.  He even promised to paint the sky the color of her hair in honor of her special gift.  She said that sounded like a great idea and wished him good luck.  As she danced back into the forest, she left him with this:
As long as you believe in your dreams Java- doo
They will always and forever, somehow- come true.
As soon as Java- doo got home, there was a huge package waiting for him in his room.  He opened it and found cans of paint in all the colors of the rainbow and some he had never even see before.  He first started painting his room, just like he wanted it- with green carpet and blue walls (those were his two favorite colors.)  After he did this, he felt kind of bad, keeping the beautiful gift of paint from all of the other people in Melancholy White.  He took the cans of paint outside, and walked over to the playground where the other kids were playing.
 When he first walked up, all of the kids stopped playing and just stared at Java- doo.  He didn’t let it bother him.  He forgivingly thought that maybe the other kids were mean because they had never had the chance to see colors.  When he first started painting the swing set, the other kids walked over and watched in amazement.  Java- doo just smiled and handed them each a can of paint and a few paintbrushes.  Once they started painting, everyone started talking, even giggling, and soon admiring what a great painter Java- doo was.  Happiness was spreading as fast as the paint… all over the world around them.
Java- doo knew things were going to get better in Melancholy White- for him, and for the rest of the people who lived there.  He smiled up at the endless blue sky and thanked Knowledge and Creativity for their help and for their beautiful gifts.