Hello! I'm Green Capsicum. I was born in a green capsicum field; the finest one in the country. I've read in a magazine that we green capsicums are royalty among the other bourgeois green capsicums. All of us are happy here, even that grotesque Red Capsicum singing happily in the rain. May be he doesn't know that he is a red capsicum; what if I tell him and he stops singing? He actually sings pretty well to be honest.
I can't take it any longer. Enough is enough ; that red capsicum has to be banished from this royal abode. He is not one of us and he doesn't belong here. It doesn't matter how well he sings. How has he not noticed that he is a red capsicum? May be he is colour blind.
"Hey Gre... err Red Capsicum , I thi...."
Red Capsicum looked blank for a moment. I was afraid that I had broken him. Suddenly he jumped up and down and started dancing in the rain. Now, Red Capsicum looked the brightest capsicum among the mundane green capsicums standing in the green field. Perhaps it is good to be different.