Tringe

By Miss Orchid

“I’m bored,” said Clay.

“You’re always bored,” said Jenny.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not! Only right now I am!”

“That’s what you always say. I’m saying you always say you’re bored.”

“Sure, that’s what you say.”

“Hey! Stop arguing,” said Bow.

“Why? At least we’re doing something now.”

“Bow’s right for once, it’s better than standing around and doing nothing. Anyway, where’s Rose?”

“She’s right behind me,” said Bow while turning around.

“Uuuu, no she’s not. I thought you were supposed to be watching her?” accused Clay.

“I was,” said Bow. “She must have walked away when I had my back turned.”

“Because we all know that you would Never let Rose wander off on her own.”

“No. Actually I wouldn’t let that happen on purpose.” Bow grummped at Clay.

“Hey guys!” Jenney yelled. “She’s over here!”

“O.K.” Bow yelled back. “Then Bow and Clay walked to where the girls were and asked, “What are you looking at?”

We’re looking at that sign,” Rose said, pointing at a big greenish-brown red sign across the street that said Tringe in big blue letters.

“What does ‘Tringe’ mean?” Jenny asked.

“I have no clue, but it’s suspicious,” Jenny said accusingly.

“Yah, but have you ever seen that weird color before?”

“No….Actually I saw that color a few days ago, it was on a mug at Goodwill.”

“Goodwill?” Clay asked doubtfully.

“What color are you guys talking about? The blue or the ugly color?” Rose asked.

“The ugly one,” Clay answered.

“It’s not ugly, just different,” Jenny said grumpily.

“Where is this sign you’re looking at?” Clay asked confusedly.

“It’s over here, you weirdo,” Rose said, then grabbed Bow’s hands and turned him in the right direction.

“Oh, there it is.”

“So, are we going to check it out? Or not?” Clay asked.

“Yay, let’s go and see if we can figure out what it means,” Rose said excitdly.

Then they went across the street and into the little convenience store that the sign was next to and asked the man if he knew what Tringe was, but he didn’t. Then Jenny suggested they go and ask the woman at Goodwill where she had seen the mug. When they got there, Clay said, “I’ll look for the mug and any other suspicious things and bring them to the counter. You go ahead and talk to her.”

While the others were talking to her, Clay walked around until he had found the mug Jenny had talked about and a set of plates of the same color. Then he went to the counter and showed the cashier them. Bow was saying, “So the man that works at the pottery store gave you these?”

“Yes,” said the cashier.

“Thanks!” said Rose as they left.

“Let’s go to the pottery store then,” Jenny said.

When they got to the pottery store they asked for the man that gave the mug and plates to Goodwill. But he just said, “Some paint guy gave me that color of paint so I used it.”

“Let’s go!” said Rose.

At the paint place the guy said, “It’s a new color I mad recently. I named it Tringe.”

“Ohh,” they all said.

“That makes sense,” Said Jenny.

“No, it doesn’t,” said Clay. “What’s with the sign?” he asked.

“Advertising?” asked the man.

“Paint?” asked Clay skeptically.

“Yup.”

“O.K., bye!” the said, then they left.

“Well, that was boring,” said Clay.

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