The lego brick’s tale

Grey Brick

The little grey lego brick sat in the box with all the other bricks and sulked. He had eight little studs on his front and eight little holes on his back. But he never looked at them because he hated being a little grey brick.

“I’d rather be part of a pirate ship,” he said to himself. “Or maybe a tree house. Or even a Big Top in a circus. Anything but a boring old brick.”

At that moment, a little girl came into the playroom. Grey Brick looked over the edge of the lego box, hoping she would choose him. But she didn’t come near him. This made him angry.

“That horrid Kaylee’s playing with the puppets yet again. She never wants to play with us. I hate those stupid puppets.”

“Don’t be silly,” Green Brick said. “She’s a girl. Girls can’t make good things out of lego anyway. Ben will be here soon. He likes building.”

But Grey Brick still wasn’t happy.

“Girls could build if they wanted to,” he said. “And Ben only uses difficult pieces, like rods and cogs and wheels. He only builds machines and cars. He won’t want to build a grey elephant or a grey mouse. I hate living in this play room. No one wants me any more.”

And he went to sleep, even though it was still only mid evening.

Suddenly, he felt himself flying through the air. His eyes opened wide. He was amazed to see his brothers tumbling out of the lego box with him.

“Wh-what’s happening?” he cried.

“I don’t know,” shouted Green Brick. “Perhaps we’re being thrown out!”

“Ooh, what’s this?” said a girl’s voice. It wasn’t Kaylee’s voice but someone else. Who could it be, thought Grey Brick to himself, as he rubbed his head and sat up near Green Brick.

“I’m really happy you asked me round to play,” said the new voice. “This is the best pile of lego bricks I’ve ever seen. Look how many there are! We can build anything!”

“What about a house?” said Kaylee. “Grey bricks for the walls and green ones for the grass in the garden.”

“Perfect!” said the new girl, who was obviously one of Kaylee’s friends. “I’ll start with this one.”

And she picked up Grey Brick and put him in pride of place in the corner of her building. The she placed Green Brick beside him and said, “The grass starts here. Do you want to do grass or walls?”

Because they were so near to each other, Grey Brick and Green Brick were able to talk in whispers.

“This is brilliant,” said Green Brick. “Just look at all those cogs and rods and wheels sitting over there doing nothing.”

“And the best thing is,” said Grey Brick thoughtfully, “now they know what fun we are, they’ll use us again and again to make all different kinds of buildings.”

“And Ben can still use the other pieces, so they won’t argue all the time,” said Green Brick. “Now let’s be quiet and have a sleep while they finish the rest of the walls.”

“I wonder what the finished house will look like?” said Grey Brick as he drifted off into the world of dreams. “Good night!”

The moral of this story is that someone will always want you just as you are. You are as nice as anyone else.