Bless your heart young one, you may have the ball of color. Be careful!
Can I please have the ball of color? I have always wanted to hold it!
This is not as fun as I thought it would be...
There was once a god named Zeus. He had a most prized possession, his ball of color. He would never let anyone see or touch it.
One day, a boy named Cyrus came up to him. He was dirty, and his clothes old. His one wish was to hold the ball of color. Zeus felt bad for Cyrus, so he decided that he could hold it for 10 minutes, then had to give it back. They went outside.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BALL OF COLOR?!?!
I wasn't paying attention, please don't be mad!
Cyrus liked the ball at first, but it got boring. Zeus was looking at the birds, figuring that Cyrus would be very careful. In the meantime, Cyrus lost track of the ball, and looked for something else to do.
Then there was a sudden big wind, picking up the ball into the air, taking it into the sky. Of course, Cyrus then saw it in the air and he knew he was in trouble. Zeus came to check on Cyrus and the ball of color.
All of a sudden, the ball burst and the color went everywhere, all over the sky, creating bands of light everywhere you looked.
Zeus was so furious. The ball of color was his most important possession! He decided to kill Cyrus for his punishment. And this is how the Arouras formed.