The day colour found him
One crayon changed everything
One ordinary day, a single crayon came rolling by. It bumped right into MoMo, and a streak of bright colour landed on him. For the very first time he saw what he could look like: he felt what colour feels like, warm and alive, and he made a happy little sound: "mo, mo!" The sound stuck, and it became his name.
From that moment MoMo was hooked. Every new shade he finds, he tucks into the rainbow tuft on top of his head, so his crest grows a little brighter with everything he discovers.