"Hey John! Your barns looks really ugly!" shouted the farmer standing across the crimson building constructed from coval wood as old as the farmer shouting from within it. Its a cold afternoon with scattered with wilted fall colored leaves resembling a a clawed hand.
The old red door swings open, bursting with force at the nearly breaking the hinges revealing a gaffer farmer who donned a red habiliment scurried from out his ruby colored property. "Shut up Will! Everyone loves red. Go back to the sea if you love it so much!" schomzed the farmer with a bad deportment. The blue farmer looked taciturn for a moment and said "If you really think everyone here likes red, why don't go convince everyone to paint their barns red?" challenged the blue farmer. "Fine, maybe I will!" the red farmer storms off. John walked to the nearest neighbor who lived in a shabby looking house next to a shabby looking barn. "Hello? Anyone home?" asks John. "Yeah. What do you need?" asks the poor looking farmer. "Just wanted to ask you a question. Do you like red." "I'm okay with it." "How do you feel about painting your barn red?" asks John with a audible wince in his voice. "Why would I do that?" "Well first off its a great color," says John and begins to lean on the wall while touching the rust covered walls, "And it makes the rust look better."
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