One cold Winter's day, Grandma, after taking note that two of her grandsons, Vinny and Wes, had been wandering around in the snow (chilling to the bone), she decided to make a scarf for each of them to keep them warm. She took the warmest, most spectacular grey yarn, and crocheted the finest pair of scarves any grandson could have.
Grandma beamed as she handed her boys her handmade gift, glad to give them something to keep them cozy in the freezing wind.
"Look at these beautiful black scarves!" proclaimed Vinny
"They aren't black..." corrected Wes, "...they're white."
Vinny and Wes went back and forth for some time, arguing over whether the grey scarves were black or white. They beckoned their friends and passed around the scarves, inquiring and persuading to reach the bottom line. They're friends, picking sides, continued inquiring and persuading just as passionately, each passing the scarves to the next curious friend.
"The scarves are black!"
"The scarves are white!"
All the while, Grandma sat and swayed in her wooden rocking chair, melancholy, wishing only that her sweet grandsons would take their warm, grey scarves and wrap them 'round their chilling necks.
Grandma beamed as she handed her boys her handmade gift, glad to give them something to keep them cozy in the freezing wind.
"Look at these beautiful black scarves!" proclaimed Vinny
"They aren't black..." corrected Wes, "...they're white."
Vinny and Wes went back and forth for some time, arguing over whether the grey scarves were black or white. They beckoned their friends and passed around the scarves, inquiring and persuading to reach the bottom line. They're friends, picking sides, continued inquiring and persuading just as passionately, each passing the scarves to the next curious friend.
"The scarves are black!"
"The scarves are white!"
All the while, Grandma sat and swayed in her wooden rocking chair, melancholy, wishing only that her sweet grandsons would take their warm, grey scarves and wrap them 'round their chilling necks.
