In a bustling village full of busy black and red ants, [Mogie](NRZSKBMV), the only blue ant, often felt different from the rest. 'Why am I the only one like this?' he wondered, watching the others in groups.

One day, as [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) sat under a berry tree, daydreaming about fitting in, a plump, red berry tumbled down and landed on his head. 'Whoa!' exclaimed [Mogie](NRZSKBMV), now covered in the berry's bright red juice.

Excited, [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) looked at himself in a puddle. 'Now I’m red like them!' he said, grinning. He hoped the red ants wouldn't notice the difference and set off to join them.

When he met the red ants, they were surprised but welcomed him. 'Hey, you can play the guitar?' they asked. [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) nodded shyly and strummed a cheerful tune. The ants loved it!

Soon, [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) became popular, bringing the black and red ants together to enjoy his music. Everyone was singing and dancing, forgetting their differences.

One afternoon by the stream, as [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) entertained his new friends, a playful splash of water hit him. To his horror, the berry juice washed off, revealing his bright blue color!

'You’re blue!' exclaimed the ants, looking shocked. [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) hung his head. 'I just wanted to fit in,' he said softly, putting down his guitar.

Realizing how sincere [Mogie](NRZSKBMV) was, the ants talked amongst themselves. 'It was wrong of us to care about color,' they admitted. [Mogie](NRZSKBMV)'s music and kindness mattered more than anything else.

From that day onward, the ants decided that color didn’t matter. They worked, played, and danced together as one big happy family. [Mogie](NRZSKBMV)'s guitar became a symbol of their unity.

And [Mogie](NRZSKBMV)? He finally felt like he belonged, just the way he was. From then on, the ants remembered: no matter the color, they were all part of one special team.