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Yellow versus blue, purple versus green, red versus cyan. All capsules know colors, because in winter they live in the trees, where there is absolutely nothing to do except look at the slowly disappearing fields of flowers, leaving their colors on the snow.

But it does not mean they are stupid and cannot make anything, they have arms, and don’t need legs, they climb trees through a hollow core that is ideally cut to fit their volume. They also love to use their rounded body parts to cut sharp corners, which is why most of their products have such soft, relaxed shapes.
But the very young capsule with a pompom could not learn which color is opposite to another color, so one day she came up with a brilliant hint for herself, from which she decided to make six snowmen and put a disco ball that would shine on them. This was not a problem and by evening 6 snowmen were already standing on her platform suspended from a tree, and the disco ball was lit. She twisted it with the help of a scrolled rope, but what she definitely couldn’t expect what was inside the snow itself.
Toy pistols were buried in the snow, shooting indelible paint that had accumulated there from many years of lying in eternally regenerating flowers.
The capsule knew that snowmen really couldn't walk, but without eyes they always turned their heads towards her.
The merciless two-ball creatures began to fire at the capsule. Unarmed and green, at that time, she was able to push two snowmen without even getting wounded nearby, and before the fall, she grabbed 2 pistols for 2 hands: one in each, or even 2 in one, and shot off both of their heads in flight .
Returning to the platform, being red from the light of the rays of the impartially spinning disco ball, she saw in front of her even more dead-standing purple and blue vertical balls hidden in the snow, aiming their black, dirty, delicious-smelling pistols at the yellow side of the capsule, which looked so hot to them.
One moment and the capsule was already all yellow, spraying them with two pistols: boom headshot, boom headshot, boom headshot - the capsule received three shots and could not allow a fourth, continued to shoot in all directions and the advantage in the number of pistols left a pot-bellied pile of snow, and their heads did not even begin to lie near them. - But from behind, the capsule, tired in yellow sweat, felt an unpleasant mosquito bite - it was a shot from a stupid, young green snowman, he could only take the merciless blow of the first yellow and quickly flowing into the green belly of the capsule, which sent the green one straight into the abyss in which there is no color: neither black nor white.
The capsule looked for a while at the empty platform, at the disco ball turning its last twists, and she decided to add wheels to the snowmen next time, or something else.