Birds

There were many birds singing in the woods. They were of all kinds of colors, red, black, yellow, blue, white, and orange.

A woodsman with axe on his waist strode into the woods.

"It's a wonder," he thought to himself.
"They seemed madly in love with life!"
"But it's too loud..."
"Wish I could hear them in a concerto."

"Birds!" The woodsman cried, trying to get birds' attention, "birds!" It's wonderful to hear you guys in the morning!"

Birds of all colors stopped and stared at this man.

"Your voices however are too loud. I cannot discern individual melodies from the whole."
"Would you be kind enough to sing, one color after another?"
"Thus, you all got a chance to show off and be distinguished."

Birds looked at each other, some cleaning their raised wings, some of them had raised hair.

It's a good idea.

Black birds sang, but so did red birds. Black birds pecked at the red, which pecked back. They stopped singing.

Yellow birds then started to hymn, but white birds followed soon, without waiting for yellow to end. They started to squabble, wings and bills were exchanged.

The other colors of birds followed the same pattern.

Woodsman was wide-eyed, mouth opened. "I forgot to tell them which should go first..."

"But then again, why should they listen to me?"

"Why should the red go before the black, or purple before the yellow."

"I did a terrible things to convince them to sing by orders, which they could not decide for themselves."

"I only wish to hear them hymn in harmony, I don't care about the orders..."

"I thought they would find an order naturally..."

At the end, black birds defeated all other colors. They started to sing. They were excited, but the air was filled with only, "crow"...