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The first gelly showed up just after dark, his soft green glow illuminating the immediate area. The dense cula leaves nicely reflected the glow back toward him as he sat upon a smooth stone, waiting for his fellow gellies to arrive.
After a moment, several more glowing orbs of red, blue, yellow, violet, orange and purple arrived and joined green in the clearing. "Hey, everyone, glad you could make it." "Sure." "Not a problem." "Anytime." "Uh huh, whatever." "Don't mind orange, he's in a dark mood. I'm surprised he's not sporting black right now! The group arranged themselves comfortably under the cula leaves. The glowing colors intermingled and created a beautiful aura in the clearing. "So, why did you call us together? Green rolled to the middle of the open space and assumed the form of a six-faced orator. Each face looked to its listener so no one gelly would feel singled out. "We have a serious problem. I think we're losing our magic." Gasps from purple and violet were heard and yellow sat up straighter on her little stone. "Why would you think that? What's happened? Orange grunted and lounged closer to his stone. I don't believe I got hauled all the way out here for this, he thought to himself. He formed an arm and hand from his cylindrical shape then used it to grab a branch from the ground. "Well, every gelly knows without a doubt the worst thing that could happen is to lose his magic. In our world, our color is our magic. Last week, I saw a rainbow without orange! Orange sat up straight when he heard that. Unfortunately for him, he forgot about the stick in his hand and when he resumed his cylindrical form it cracked his brain pan pretty good. He slumped to the ground and little bits of brightly glowing orange goo began oozing through the cracks. "Oh, no! Hurry everyone! Orange is loosing his mind! Several gellies quickly formed scoops and bowls and began hurriedly gathering his thoughts and poured them into violet and purple who took on the shape of jugs. They then poured his thoughts back into the crevasses, hoping he wouldn't feel too scrambled when he awoke. Yellow formed a band-aid and held orange's thoughts in place until he woke up. "What happened me to? "Just relax and put your thoughts in order, orange. You lost your mind for a minute there. How do you feel?" "Fine I am. Hey, nice jugs!" "Grrr! Of all the nerve!" Fuming, purple changed her handle into a paddle and almost swatted orange, but red intervened. "No! Don't hit him! Look," red said pointing, "Someone accidentally scooped up some dirt. He's just got a dirty mind is all, it's not his fault!" Purple backed down and shifted from her jug form back to her pleasantly round orb shape. I'll forgive him this time, she thought, but he better clean up his act and soon! Orange leered at yellow who quickly shifted from bandaid to orb. She rolled quickly away from him and made herself comfortable between red and blue. "Orange, get yourself under control! Now, as I was saying, we can't see rainbows without orange just like we can't abide churry fruit without red. Something must be done and quick!" The gellies hummed in deep thought for a moment. There had never been a time without color before and weren't sure how to go about fixing the problem of their magic disappearing. "All right, red, what have you got?" "I think we should travel to the Oracle and ask him how to keep our magic strong." "That's what I was thinking, too!" "Well, I think the Oracle may not answer our question, after all, it is just a colorless piece of crystal and wouldn't think anything about losing something it never had in the first place." "I agree with blue. How can a colorless being, even if it is the Oracle, help us?" "Hey! Agree I with, uh, yellow." Orange slowly firmed up his cracked exterior, then gelled into a puddle of goop on the clearing floor. His form mixed with some of the twigs and leaves before he solidified. "Oh, great orange puddles!" Orange tried crawling off into the woods, but one of the twigs he had solidified around held him fast. "Orange! Right now is not a good time to be such a stick in the mud!" "Gellies, gellies, calm yourselves. Orange will work his way through the stick while we find out yellow's point of view." Yellow sat solemnly upon her stone and looked at all her friends. When she tried to speak, no sound emerged. She pointed to the night sky above then back to her mouth once more. "Oh! Right, forgot about that. During the night time yellow has no say, she's been muted. So by yes or no, do we travel to the Oracle?" Bright yellow glowed brighter to signify yes. Orange finished being a stick in the mud and the troupe of gellies rolled out of the woods and headed for the Oracle. As they rolled along during the night, the gelly orbs gradually slowed their passage to mere tumbling. Blue suggested they stop for a rest near the crossroads they were approaching and all gellies agreed. Once they stopped, violet went foraging for food while the rest of the group relaxed. "Hey everyone, look what I've found!"She held a wide leaf in front of her with four small black bugs on it. "We're hungry and you bring us beetles?" Purple sighed and wandered off looking for some tasty nut bushes or a nice ananab tree. "But these are special beetles, look! They can sing." "Did you roll over some hard stone or something? Everyone knows the beetles can't sing! They can barely talk! Let them go violet." Violet sighed but did as she was told and the beetles went off into the woods. "I found an ananab tree, who's hungry?" Orange helped to pass out several of the long, curved fruit and the gellies relished the sweet crunchy taste of the firm skin. The gellies were careful to toss the mushy interior of the fruit off the side of the path so that no one would slip on the nasty mess and fall. "I heard a rumor once, that there are creatures who eat the insides of the ananab fruit and toss the skin!" "I've heard about that! And they also believe that money doesn't grow on trees. Very strange." Blue leaned over a small bush and plucked a newly opened green bill, folded it tightly and used it as a pick to remove some ananab skin from between his teeth. When he was done with it, he carefully buried the bill and waited until it pushed a tender green shoot. "Ah, nothing like a good, rich soil to grow these shrubs. Instant dividends." "You know we aren't supposed to plant these things in the wild. Too many of them and those bills won't be worth the bark they grow from." The gellies, now fed and rested, continued on and just before morning, they made it to the temple of the Oracle. One gelly at a time entered into the grand hall way and rolled down to the main room. The Oracle sat upon a raised dais and its translucence fascinated the gellies. "I thought the Oracle had no color?" "I have all colors and I am absent of all color." "Can I have some of your color?" Orange jiggled his rotund mass in a suggestive way and leaned toward the Oracle in a lewd manner. "Only because I see that you have a dirty mind will I ignore your crudeness. Step forward and ask me what you will." "Well, we seek to find a way to save our magic. I have seen a rainbow without orange and I am worried." The Oracle grew silent for a moment then answered green with the pomp and circumstance his crystal could offer him. "I suggest that next time you see a rainbow you make sure all your friends are with you, especially orange." "Wow! Great answer. I just have to make sure orange is with me and I won't see anymore rainbows without orange! Thank you, Oracle!" The gelly troupe happily rolled out of the great hall and back toward home. The Oracle stopped yellow briefly as the rest of the gellies rolled away. "You are the brightest of the gelly kind, why don't you remind your friends that you can fly. Go on, now." Yellow brightened in understanding and flew out of the room in a cloud of yellow vapors, quickly catching up to her friends. The Oracle summoned a cleaning crew to wipe away all gelly prints and color spots from the room. "Do you think they'll be back, Oracle?" Asked a new attendant. "Of course they will, they come almost every week with some question or other and I shall always be here, for what good is an Oracle without those requiring his help?" The End
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