Mr. Wilson had a majestic red car. The car was very proud of his appearance. “How shabby the other cars look!” thought he when he saw the other cars. One day a new car came to the neighbourhood. She was a small blue car and looked very pretty. A young girl owned her. All the cars were very happy to get a new neighbour. “Hi,” honked one. “Welcome,” honked another. But the red car did not say anything. “Ah! Another shabby little thing has come.” The new car was very sweet and she became friendly with everyone. The red car felt jealous but he was too proud to talk to her. But one day, he was very angry and honked, “You talk too much. I really hate cars who talk endlessly.” “I love talking to my friends. How will vain cars like you understand friendship?” said the blue car. The red car was shocked. Never in his life anyone had talked to him like that. For the first time he felt lonely. From then onwards he tried to drop his proud manners.
The Blue and the Red Car
