Andrew Lan's Twelve-Color Fairy Tale Series: Pink Fairy Tale Books

Chapter 7 Shirt Collars
Once upon a time there was a handsome gentleman who owned nothing but a boot puller and a comb.But he has the best shirt collar in the world.What we are going to tell now is the story about this collar.

The shirt collar was getting older, and he began to think about marriage.Coincidentally, one day he and Garter met in the laundry tub.

"Hello!" said the collar of the shirt. "I have never seen such a slender, elegant, and beautiful lady as you! Can you tell me your name?"

"I won't tell you," said Garter.

"Where do you live?" the shirt collar asked again.

Garter is very shy, and she doesn't think it's a good idea to tell people about it.

"I suppose you are a girdle?" said the collar of the shirt. "A kind of undergarment girdle! I can see, my fair and lovely lady, that you can use it for decoration!"

"Who told you to talk to me!" said Garter, "I didn't give you any reason for doing so!"

"Oh, a man as beautiful as you," said the shirt collar, "is reason enough."

"Go away, and don't come near me!" said the garter, "you should be a gentleman!"

"I'm a gentleman, and I'm a very nice gentleman!" said the collar of the shirt. "I have a boot remover, and a comb."

This is not the truth at all, because these two things belong to his master.But he can brag!
"Get away from me!" said the garter, "I won't get used to it."

"Don't act like this!" said the collar.At this point they were taken out of the wash tub, starched, hung on a chair to dry, and finally put on the ironing board.My God, the hot iron!
"Ma'am!" cried the shirt-collar, "my dear widow, I'm a different person, and all my wrinkles are gone. You've burned me all over! Ouch! Stop, I beg is you!"

"You rag!" roared the iron, and stomped proudly over the collar of his shirt.She felt that she was the locomotive and should lead the long train on the rails. "Stinky rags!" she yelled.

There is some fraying and fuzz on the edge of the shirt collar, and the scissors come to trim it.

"Oh!" said the collar of the shirt, "you must be a dancer! How high your legs kick! I have never seen such a beautiful dance! There is no one in the world who can imitate you!"

"I know that!" said the scissors.

"You should belong to a countess!" said the collar of the shirt. "I have a handsome gentleman, a boot remover, and a comb. Only a count!"

"What, he actually wants to marry me?" Scissors was very angry and cut him hard.The collar of his shirt was cut and useless, so he was thrown aside.

"I'll just propose to Combs!" thought the shirt-collar. "My dear girl! It's amazing you have such beautiful hair! Haven't you ever thought of getting married?"

"Of course I have," replied Combs. "I'm engaged to the Bootstrapper!"

"What, engaged?" the shirt collar exclaimed in surprise.Now he has no chance to propose again.So, he began to look down on things like love and marriage.

After a while, the shirt collar was packed into a rag box and arrived at the paper mill.There are many kinds of rags, the soft ones are in one place, and the rough ones are in one place.They all had plenty of stories to tell, but the shirt collar had to tell the most because he was a hopeless cowboy.

"Too many girls have liked me!" said the collar of the shirt, "and I have had no peace at all! I was a handsome gentleman then, straight and straight. I had a boot remover and a comb, but I never use it! You should see me then! I can never forget my first love. It was a belt, she was so elegant, so soft, so charming! To be with me, she jumped into The laundry tub. And then a widow who fell in love with me, she was very passionate about me, but I ignored her, she was sad to death! Later, a dancer got angry because I ignored her, and put me on I got a big wound, so I had to come here. She has such a bad temper! My comb is also in love with me, and she lost all her hair because of a broken relationship. Yes, such a thing, I I've been through a lot! But it's the garter, I mean the girdle, that hurts me the most. She jumped into the wash-tub for me, and I'm so uneasy about my conscience. I'd rather be a white Paper!"

Then he becomes a blank sheet of paper, like this blank sheet of paper that we have stories on.It happened this way only because he was always bluffing about things that never happened.We must keep this in mind lest we do the same thing.Because, maybe one day we will come to the paper mill and be made into white paper.And on this paper, all our history will be recorded, even the most secret things.It would be terrible if we went around talking and boasting like this shirt collar!
(End of this chapter)