Scribbles: Trees Turn Colors—CRAYON MISSING!

This Just In from The 65th Crayon:

“At first I thought it was a trick of the light. They’ve been getting a lot of rain around here,” said the 65th Crayon upon reaching his favorite cookie tin in Bedford, Massachusetts on Friday. “I came out early to visit my friend, Chip, at the Tollhouse Inn. On the ride from the airport, I kept getting glimpses of something that didn’t seem right. Frankly the greens were looking strange to me,” he said. “Being a crayon, I’m sensitive to such things.”

“It became apparent that even now and then one of the trees wasn’t green.” The depth of our super sleuth reporter’s concern colored the statements coming over the cell phone he was using. “The trees were red, orange, and yellow—alien colors,” he remarked. “I talked to Chip about it as soon as I arrived. Chip seemed oblivious. He doesn’t get outside often—too much dough invested in the cookie biz. I had to check it out myself.”

The 65th Crayon had flown out to the Commonwealth at the invitation of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The Head High Out-of-the-Box Crayon was to sit alongside Clocky, the winner of last week’s NO BELL, BOOK or CANDLE Award, as Co-Parade Marshall in a toilet-paper, ticker-tape parade through the bedroom suite where Clocky was first tested. Clocky won the prestigious NBBC Award given by the Royal Order of the Benevolent Society of Pure Color Wax Crayons for being the first alarm clock that runs and hides when you try to turn it off.

“As soon as I saw the trees, I called Clocky to demur. I had to leave a message. Every time he heard the phone ring, he ran and hid.” our crayon comrade reported. “As much as I wanted to be part of the festivities—I’ve never been a Co-Grand Marshall before—I need to check out this alien tree invasion. It could be nothing but it could be serious,” the Superhero of Crayons stated. “We don’t need unearthly things going on in Massachusetts.”

The 65th Crayon reported back in after 24 hours spent in stakes and deep cover, posing as a pencil.

“I’m relieved. The thought of alien tree people was colorific.” the 65th Crayon sighed when he called in on Saturday. “It seems the red, yellow, and vibrant orange leaves are a phenomena of Earthly nature. Leave it to trees to do such a thing,” the reporter expounded. “It seems that they put their chlorophyll away for the winter and start showing off for a couple of weeks.”

“No self-respecting crayon would ever give up control of his color,” said Forest Green shaking his head.

“If I did such a thing, I’d be deadwood brown,” said Cerulean. “My mom, Aquamarine, would send me to the box for sure.”

“Crayons and trees are both tall and hug-able,” said our sage reporter. “But it appears there is much we don’t know about each other.”

“The parade turned out fine without me or Clocky. I understand he’s still somewhere in hiding,” the reporter informed us. “Wait. An alien bus just drove by. It appears to have eaten a passel of people!”

At that point the cell phone connection was lost.

Massachuetts Authorities say that Massachusetts is famous for bad cell phone connections and for bus loads of people out to see the fall color in any sort of weather.

Management of Letting me be . . . having the utmost faith in our invincible investigator has decided to wait before putting out a purple crayon alert. It is our wish to avoid any action that might embarrass or thwart our robust reporter.

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—me strauss Letting me be
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