Chester isn't crazy. No, he's not.

Nobody ever said he was. And this has nothing to do with craziness anyway.

But when somebody paints their house one colour, you really do start to wonder. Especially when that colour is orange.

He painted for days. Rarely resting, and never sleeping.

He started with the attic, moving onto the bedrooms and bathroom, and then came the kitchen, living room and games room. Then the outside; his roof, the walls, the windows... everything.

And anybody who could be bothered asking why wouldn't get any other answer but "don't know".

And when he was finished, Mike came around with beers. They sat on the orange porch, and just talked.

"Why orange, of all colours?"

"I don't know... a change?"

"Orange?"

"It's original"

"But... orange?"

And Chester just rolled his eyes and drank the rest of his beer.

"Can you think of a better colour?"

"Anything but orange"

"Fine"

And the next day, Chester began painting his house turquoise.

fin.