“Most of the people in the village were a little envious of Binya’s blue umbrella. No one else had ever possessed one like it…
Secretly, everyone admired it.
Unlike the adults, the children didn’t have to pretend. They were full of praise for the umbrella. It was so light, so pretty, so bright a blue! And it was just the right size for Binya. They knew that if they said nice things about the umbrella, Binya would smile and give it to them to hold for a little while—just a very little while!”
As I read this in The Blue Umbrella, I thought to myself: What a contrast!