Sometimes, I play with Red.

Red likes it when we play together because Red likes me.

Red does not like Pink.

One day, Red told me that she was part pink.

I did not understand what she meant.

I asked her what am I made out of.

She told me she did not know.

But Red knows a lot of things.

Red told me I was special.

But I don't want to be special.

I want to be Pink.