There was a town of  Fuzzy Fuzzles.

There were some covered in stripes and some covered in spots. All Fuzzy Fuzzles had different colored, bellies, toes, and muzzles.

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They all lived happy together until one purple striped Fuzzy Fuzzle had a thought.

He said out loud, “I like all my purple friends, and all my purple things.”

This purple Fuzzy Fuzzle looked around the whole town.

“I should make a place where there are only purple striped things and I am a purple striped king!”

Another Orange Fuzzy Fuzzle heard him say this and instead of a smile on his face he had a frown. “If the Purple Fuzzy Fuzzles make their own town then so will we,” the Orange Spotted Fuzzy Fuzzle thought.

They made a town for only Orange Spotted Fuzzy Fuzzles and soon all the Fuzzy Fuzzles lived with their own, their towns separated by a wall.

Any Fuzzy Fuzzle that was found in the wrong town would be caught.

No different Fuzzy Fuzzle was allowed, little or tall.

For a long time the Fuzzy Fuzzles lived apart from each other.

Everyday they grew to not like each other more and more.

The color of their fur made brother not like brother.

The Fuzzy Fuzzles were worried the fighting would start a war.

One day a little Purple Fuzzy Fuzzle wanted to go on the other side of the wall.

She wanted to make orange friends and look at orange things.