Cloud and the colour Khaki


Cloud couldn't clearly comprehend why the colour khaki was called khaki. Cloud crammed the colour's ideas into his cranium but was still quite confused. Cloud cooped himself in his cottage's corner. He ate only crackers and cookies and dressed in kimonos. Cloud's khaki-coloured kimonos had a khaki-coloured crest concealed under a corsage. Cloud played khaki-coloured kazoos, sat in a khaki-coloured kayak, and wrote kanji with a khaki-coloured pen on khaki-coloured paper. After a day, Cloud felt convicted of the colour khaki. Cloud felt crestfallen. The colour khaki was cryptic, and Cloud was confused. Cloud's composure was consumed by the colour khaki. Cloud consulted the consultant Kristin to critique Cloud's compulsory quirk with the colour khaki. Kristin the consultant considered Cloud's quirk and concentrated Cloud's quirkiness with coffee. Cloud now comprehended the colour khaki.