Master Simbo is a rascal! And now I know why the others called me Orangelay the other day and were chuckling and giggling all the time! In his attempts to get rid of a huge stock of orange dyes nobody wanted, Master Simbo has sold some of them to my pa, telling him I would love them. Pa has bought a beautiful dress for me and dyed it orange. Orange! And his eyes were shining when he gave me the dress and that terribly ridiculous orange hat with it. He was so sure it would make me happy. How can I disappoint him? I am afraid I have to run around in these orange clothes at least once. He was so disappointed already about me missing the Barefoot Bootleggers concert...
I will look completely like Miss Firefern, wearing this orange dress. But then, Miss Firefern would probably not wear such a ridiculous hat, so no danger of anyone mistaking me for her. Maybe Master Simbo could send some orange dyes to her? She likes to wear orange!
And what will my Adrean say, seeing me in this flamboyant orange outfit? Oh, I guess he would say something lovely, as he always does. Like that it would remind him of a very tasty pumpkin soup, and maybe he would make one with his special spices at once. He is such a sweetheart!
And anyway, I feel so very happy and relaxed these days, I guess I can cope with some exorbitant orange and the other hobbits making jokes about it... And maybe I should tell Pa that Master Simbo, as his nephew in law to be, should get a special present, too. Like another one of these orange hats.
