Eating lunch beneath gray skies on a foreign patio in a distant backyard, Richard the Ninth looked into his sandwich and noted that some areas of his deli-sliced ham were colored slightly different from other areas. He wondered if this affected the flavor of the ham, having pink portions next to faded pink next to pale pink next to white. The lettuce he had removed from his sandwich certainly tasted different and was an altogether different color from the ham. The same held true for the mustard he had carefully scraped off with a the sandwich's wrapper. If color dictated flavor, then surely the day's gray sky tasted much more bland than the bright blue sky on a sunny day. Gazing at the sky, Richard the Ninth took a bite of his sandwich and between bites decided he would prefer said bland taste of a gray sky.
Shortly after, he finished his sparsely-flavored sandwich of ham and white bread. He picked up the discarded ingredients and bits of wrapping. He took great care in removing every crumb from his area. He left the backyard as he had found it, ensuring that the residents of the house never knew their patio had been visited and dined upon by the infamous and altogether unknown Richard the Ninth. A day or so later, he found his way back to his own home and made a sandwich.
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