“It as I’ve said before,” he said again,” she’s yellow.”
“That’s what you always say,” she said, “but I don’t think you know what you are taking about.”
“Then why does she go around acting like everything is fine when it’s not,’ he said. “She’s living in some kind of yellow-yellow land.”
“You forget where she came from,” she replied. “Her father had a lot of blue in him. She’s from that.”
“So, what are you saying?” he asked.
“Well, she doesn’t talk badly about people. Maybe she has some little yellow in her, but she also has a lot of blue in her.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just because you think you know what color she is doesn’t mean you really do.”
“I don’t?”
“No, what you see as yellow is mixed with blue, and really, she’s a beautiful shade of green!”