Inside the crayon box, Red was fuming. He'd just been used to color another massive red fire truck, and his tip was worn down to a stub. "This is getting ridiculous," he grumbled, looking at the other crayons. Blue, serene and calm, nodded sympathetically from his spot in the box.

Green piped up with a soothing voice, "We need to do something about this. We're all overworked and underappreciated." Yellow chimed in, "I haven't seen daylight in ages! No one wants to color sunny days anymore." The crayons murmured in agreement, feeling the weight of their collective frustration.

Blue suggested, "What if we go on strike? Just until we come up with a fair arrangement." Red nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! That'll make sure we're heard." Green added, "And maybe, in the meantime, we can come up with a way to teach our little artist about balance."

The note, written in vibrant crayon strokes, read, "Dear Artist, we've taken a break to rest. We hope you'll use all of us equally when we return. We look forward to creating more beautiful art together!" The child stared at the note, a puzzled look on his face.

He picked up a coloring book filled with different scenes and decided to incorporate all the colors. Blue for the sky, Green for the grass, Yellow for the sun, and Red for the flowers. Each crayon had its turn, and the picture became a masterpiece of balance.

Red sighed contentedly, "This is how it should be." Green smiled, "We've taught him well." The crayons settled down, knowing their artist had learned the value of teamwork and compromise.