Blue Says:
Don’t judge a jockey by it’s colour.The aphorism holds true for Grey.He’s very flamboyant for a grey weathered jockey.Think the colour orange or red would have suited him more.Him being grey is probably the only grouse Grey has in his life.He still won’t discuss the day when he was dyed grey.I came out of the dyeing machine with flying colour(s) but…Grey came out…well…grey.
I just think it adds to his charm.
One can’t have everything in one’s life, can one?
Grey Says:
I like to fly. Blue never understands. He likes the damp closet. Pink I think is out being re-cycled. _hehehe_ there are times when the wind gusts rise and blow me towards the door. But then I realise that there can be no wind in a closet. So I drop to the floor. Blue is sceptical about flight. I imagine that he tried it once during a winter day. Out of a moving car.
He stammers once in a while.
I can live with that.
Blue Says:
I still remember the day Grey walked into my life…or rather flew into my life.Till then, my only friend was Pink-The Effeminate.Life was a struggle.Bullied by the Pants, ignored by the rest of the wardrobe, I had given up on life.Then one fine morning, while I was hanging out on the clothes line cursing my ill fate, I saw something flying.It was a flying cow!! No, it was Superman!!! No, it was Grey!!!!!!
Grey Says:
The last I remember being in the sun was on a beach. It started nice. Was warm and such. Then I went into the water. I remember floating far away after that. It rained and was cloudy. I found myself in a basket a little while later. And now I’m with Blue who’s snoring away to glory. Or is that the wind?
