I hear something on the radio that’s relevant to the pink beads. It makes me think about the pink beads. I say something that connects that thought, those beads and whatever it is I heard on the radio.
“What about the green beads? You are greenist!” shouts a voice. “Life is not all about pink beads!”
“There’s more to that discussion than pink beads!” shouts another. “You’ve missed out the bit about what happens when you put blue and pink beads TOGETHER! I don’t think you know your beads.”
“Oh, pink beads…” whispers a new voice. “I’m so glad pink beads are your favourite too. Let’s you and me be best friends and only ever talk about pink beads.”