«But then, why did they want my mommy? Why?» Scarlet asked, her eyes filled with tears.
«Don't turn the situation around. That happened later. And your friends just gave some drawings to your mother. They weren't stealing her away.»
«But I didn't have one,» she sulked.
«Because you threw a tantrum and didn't finish your task. That happens when one is too greedy and takes all the colours. They end up not using them.»
«Hmm?» she moaned, leaning her head on Nate's shoulder.
«Yes, Scarlet. You can't use everything for yourself, but you shall learn how to share.»
«But I don't want to share. Why should I?»
«Because you're not alone in the world. Other people need their things, and they have the same right as you to have them.»
«But...»
«Scarlet, do you remember the little hungry wolf? The one from that tail, with the three pigs?»
«Oh, yes! Poor wolf,» she sighed.
«But he had his family.»
«His pack...»