There was once a parrot that was very grey. She was always sad and depressed because she loved colors but there were none on her small body. Her feathers and wings were grey as was her beak. Her friends came in all different colors, her best friend was a vibrant green parrot and he had a bright red beak too! Her sister was a bright yellow parrot and she had streaks of blue feathers. Just looking at them would make her feel sad. She kept wondering what she could do. She decided to ask her friend, the monkey.
The monkey thought for a while before he replied. And then he said, I've got it. I know what you need to do to become more colorful. Just wait for a rainbow to rise and fly through it. The rainbow has so many colors - I'm sure you will be more colorful when you come out on the other side.
The parrot decided that the monkey was right. She kept waiting for the right day. She need a bright sunny but rainy day - a very rare kind of day indeed. And then one day, it happened. She woke up to a beautiful day but still a day with the promise of rain. She waited on a branch of the tree at the edge of the river and saw a beautiful rainbow come up across the river. She flew in one side of the rainbow and came out on the other. She didn't feel any different, so she peeped into the reflection shown in the river to be sure and there she was - a riot of colors, yellow, purple, orange, green and blue. A multi-colored parrot indeed.
I realize the story seems to not have any morals, nor any real plot. But it's only for a 3 year old and told at bedtime, when i need stories to be as short and happy as can be :-) So I'm going to leave this be.