On the whole the scene is orange. But as for the colour of the whistle’s piercing screech and the shade of the two boys’ friendship, what can be said? The first might have to be drawn with lines of red at sharp angles, running, branching and turning like bloody lightning flashing out. The second could perhaps be a beige rhombus of such size that a mature Wyoming bison could comfortably be concealed within it.
Then, hanging in the northeast quadrant of this tableau, a faint green triangle cut through with holes in the manner of swiss cheese could stand in for the nervosity of the grandmother — who is at this point passing by — and a purple spiral moving diagonally and of the approximate length of a baguette might also be included to suggest her propensity for hiding secret objects on her head.
Finally, the look of a strange man must be drawn as an undulating plate of silver, like a large piece of tin foil moulded into a wave. It should be positioned knowingly the other way.