The mystery of the red underwear

I studied in an all girls' school where the only people from the other sex included the priest who used to take the morning mass,the pantry boys , Fhantome famous amongst them for causing a commotion one day when he smashed a window pane in a drunken spree, Aatey the baker who was probably the worst baker in the world because his half baked bread could be kneaded during breakfast time to be used as pellets to throw at unsuspecting girls when the nun in charge was not looking. And there were the 2 boys who used to come to collect food for the deaf and dumb students whose school lay adjacent to ours. The girls had nicknamed the guys 'Pokchey' and 'Collars up', the former because he had such chubby cheeks and the latter because his shirt collar was always straightened up perhaps to impress the girls. Therefore, a furore was created when the laundry person brought a pair of red underwear...definitely not a fem ale's with his weekly load of fresh laundered clothes. Ms Irene, the warden in charge for the girls screamed so loudly that Polly, her parrot who always used to perch at her shoulder squawked and flew away. Sr Casilda ran to see what was happening. Somebody else too witnessed the scene. And soon, everyone was talking about the mystery of the red underwear. Nancy Drew and Enid Blyton fans (there were quite alot of them) wanted to investigate. The laundry person was vehemently trying to protect his position saying that not a piece of clothing article had been misplaced. He had brought back all that he had taken.
After alot of sleuthing by the nuns(by now they had started to blush and get hysterical), they found out that the red piece of clothing belonged to a visitor from France whose name was O'Conner. He was visiting his aunt who happened to be a nun in the convent. Unaware of the drama surrounding his meek article of clothing , O'Conner suddenly found that he had become popular. Girls would flash smiles at him, call out hi and enquire if his favourite color was red. They wanted to teach him local vocabulary especially pertaining to the color red.O'Conner returned to France having enjoyed his holidays unaware that he had given us girls something to laugh and to be cheery about. If not anything the range of emotions that flitted through the faces of the nuns and Ms Irene was worth it all. Thank you O'Conner, wherever you are. I still can laugh about it when I remember the incident and I am sure, so do the girls.