It is generally well-known that flamingos can be very flamboyant creatures. Freda, however, was the most flamboyant of them all. Freda the Flamboyant Flamingo belonged to Princess Felicia. Said princess was now sitting on the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands.
“What?” Freda snapped.
“You can’t. Really, you can’t.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
Princess Felicia groaned, raising her head. “It’s… too much.”
“No it’s not. It’s just a diamond necklace, and a ruby choker, emerald rings, plus these beautiful amethyst studs.”
“You… you’re not a jewellery stand.”
Freda’s eyes narrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Princess Felicia’s hands flittered in front of the flamingo. “This! This is too much. You don’t have to wear all your jewellery at once. It’s not… tasteful. It doesn’t match. It clashes. It’s too… too loud. Just pick one, dear. Or two. The necklace and the studs look nice together.”
Freda rolled her eyes. “But that’s not my style.”
“You can be flamboyant without being gaudy, you know,” Princess Felicia says drily before shrugging and leaving the room.
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