The Tale of the Pink Poodle's Green Ribbon

This is a story about me, from me. I can't guarantee it would be of interest to readers but if you want to, shut up sit down and listen. Read, I mean...

A long time back, when I was still working part time to earn a bit of income (before I formed the Pinks), I had a strange encounter.

One afternoon, as I was going to the workplace, I met this girl at the subway. She was staring at me. Though it might sound strange of me now, but I was very uncomfortable when she kept staring at me. When the train came, I quickly hopped on and sat down. The girl walked right up to me and sat down beside me.

"Excuse me, are you.... Frazzles?"

Mind you, that was way before I knew Mr. Prim and Pink alright...

"Nope. I'm afraid you've got the wrong poodle."

"Oh," came the disappointed reply.

A long silence followed. Finally, the awkward silence drove me mad. I turned to her asked if there's anything she had wanted to tell me.

And, she launched into this long boring story of how she once had a classmate who looked just like me (not as cool though of course). They used to be very close but had lost contact.

Now that I got her talking, and I can't get her to stop, I decided to show her with body language that I was not quite interested in that conversation. I turned and faced her with my ass. That still couldn't distract her enough. It was almost as if she was caught up in her story and was totally no longer on Earth. She went on and on and on. I didn't want to bother. She went on about how that friend had suffered some sort of trauma at a spelling contest and did not want to talk to anyone anymore, including her, and that broke her heart. Before she left, she had given him her favourite ribbon to encourage him. A Token. A green ribbon which she had always worn on her hair. I was half asleep by then.

When I got to my stop, I got off quickly. Her last few words still echoed in my flappy ears. Think she mentioned something about how much she wished she could know he was, and hopefully she could know if she was important to him and if he finally walked out and made friends...

And that my dear readers, was why I didn't raise any rejection when Mr. Prim and Pink suggested putting a green ribbon on our heads. Oh, but I had never told him about that subway encounter though. She was gone and we probably would never be able to find her anyway. Can't even remember which subway station it was. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder if that girl has seen and know that her green ribbon is shown off proudly to the whole world and that he has another idiot to wear it with him. Heck, like I care.


-Rhos-