“Tell me a story, Grandmama,” Torrey begged for the umpteenth time

“Tell me a story, Grandmama,” Torrey begged for the umpteenth time.

Grandmama looked down and tousled his thick hair.

“Climb up here,” she said.

After Torrey clambered up they settled back in the rocking chair.

“Let me ask you a question, Torrey.”

“What Grandmama?”

“What color is your hair?”

“Red, of course. Just like Uncle Stan’s. Why?”

“Its funny you should ask that, Torrey, because the story will answer your question – Once upon a time in the land of Color there lived a man named Ollie Orange. Now Mr. Orange lived in an orange house with orange walls, and orange curtains. Furthermore Mr. Orange always wore orange and his hair was the brightest orange of all. This was all fine with Mr. Orange because he loved the color orange. In fact, it was his favorite color. There was just one problem. Mrs. Orange liked RED. Well, one day, Mr. Orange and his wife, Mrs. Orange, had a baby. And guess what color hair the baby had? That’s right! Orange, just as orange as orange can be. But since Mrs. Orange didn’t like orange, she always told people that the baby had RED hair; and that is why people still call orange hair red today.”

“Oh, Grandmama, is that really true?” Torrey asked.

Grandmama just laughed and said, “Well, call you think of a better reason why we call orange hair red?”