Mr Fango woke up one morning and decided it was about time he tried to become one with his community.
Being a resident of a street with such a diverse cultural background, he thought he owed something to his community and being with them in the things they embraced might give him a greater sense of belonging.
He was aware his community was very much conservative in their politics and in fact had observed some of them appearing to adopt the orange glow of the present leader of the country. Apart from the disturbing nature of that observation, he recognized that being one of them was always going to be a challenge. He thought one way into their hearts might be to begin wearing a toupee as his bald head was a shining light of his aging self. So, he went to the local toupee shop and from that day onward could be seen in his blonde hairpiece chatting casually to the orange ones in the street.
Being part of the community gave him a sense of being and a sense of being, no matter how galling to a section of his brain who called him out for what he was, was better than no being at all.