Three sisters were born under wicked stars, their parents passing when they were but small, leaving only a blue cloak, a red dress and a yellow jacket.

Blue was a lightweight in every way.  She trusted her sister, who took her heavy cloak in exchange for a flower.  A strong wind stole Blue away in her stupidity.

Weighted by the cloak, Red could not run, the wolves feasted because of Red's cupidity.

Yellow perceived what her sisters had done.  Sensing the folly within, she took her own life rather than burden the world, so she lost her life to lucidity.

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