Four acoustic guitars hung from their places on the music store display rack. Shiny guitar sighed. “It’s not fair, Stripes is always in front.”
Mahogany guitar chuckled, “At least you both get noticed, I get passed over constantly because I’m brown.”
Stripes guitar over-round body vibrated, “You have no idea how humiliating it is to be fondled and ogled then passed over for a better sounding piece like you Mahogany with your deep, rich cadence. Or you Shiny, with your new bridge and titanium bridge pins.”
Tucked away and forgotten in a cabinet beneath the three, Ukulele twanged in disgust.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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