Yellow Fever

He felt blue, because he was a blue-eyed boy. Some people said he was born to the purple, and that no one dared to brown him off. To many, he was born with the certainty of a future, stuffed with golden opportunities and green lights, which made some people green with envy. And some nights, he dreaded the green-eyed monster he had been warned about, that lived in the closets of children like himself, although the family doctor declared him to be in the pink. One day, quite out of the blue, he saw a man with a red flag at the gate of the family estate. The man didn't do anything, only stood there, and everybody said to the boy's parents that there were insufficient grounds on which the man could be caught red handed. It was a time, when, on one side of the family, the house was full of rumors about red ink in the papers and that any day was going to be a red-letter day for all those out there, while the other side used to laugh the matter off with something about screaming blue murder. And then one side argued with the other, until everybody was blue in the face, accusing everybody of being whiter than white.