The Chair

It was built in 1946, the chair. Made of fine wood, the chair was carved neatly by a skilled craftsman, who then gave it a nice dark wood finish. The seat and back were filled with fuzz, then covered with a nice green fabric. The green upholstery comforted anyone that sat in the chair. and the chair was happy  


The chair sat in a big room, a nice room. Many chairs like him were in this room. Women of all shapes and sizes sat in the chairs. They typed away with their typewriters, typing whatever it was they were writing (chairs couldn't see the things they did)

But in any case, the chair was happy.

Sometimes new things came in. Chair wanted to know what was in those boxes. Sometimes he found out, other times he did not, but it didn't really matter to him, because he knew he'd be happy forever.

But as time went on, the Chairs grew older. and Chairs fabric was just beginning to fade. But the Chair was happy doing his job.

Sometimes he saw one of his comrades have a minor break, and Chair was afraid of what would happen if he broke. But his smiles would return again upon seeing that fellow chair coming back fixed and ready for action. And the Chair was almost Always happy.

...until the day came.

One day, chair saw many boxes near the front. Chair wanted to know what was in those boxes, but he could not move unless someone moved him.

Then he saw what emerged from the boxes, and Chair was not happy to see them.

New chairs. Bigger chairs. Nicer chairs. Chairs that looked much better than the ones sitting there now. Chair was nervous and afraid. He did not know what was to be of the future. Chair did not like what was to come, so he grew more afraid.

Then, a human picked up the old Chair. Oh, how he wanted to fight back, but He couldn't. He could just watch the scenery as he was carried out of the room, down a few flights of stairs, and finally placed in a dark room with all the rest of the old chairs.


The room was dark, and Chair was not happy. Where was he? How did he end up here? What is to happen to Him? Eventualy, Chair began to cry, thinking of how they left him to rot in the storage.

The years went by, and Chair was very unhappy. The Chair was depressed. Sometimes when someone went into the dark room, Chair perked up, thinking he would be used again. But his happiness was short, and chair became sad again when they left with something else, like paper, or paper clips. Dust settled on the chair as it sat in the darkness, all sad and depressed.

The Chair grew more and more depressed as the years went on. A spider tried to make friends with the chair, but he just ignored it in his fit of sadness. All he wanted was to be working again. All he wanted was to be loved.

Then one day, three men came into the dark room, and pointed at Chair. Chairs depression was deteriorating at the sight of those men taking one chair after the next out of the room. At long last, Chair was going to be used again. And the Chair was happy.

The chair was placed in an even bigger room. A room he had never seen before. His fellow chairs were all over, and he couldn't wait to see the bottom of another person sitting on him. After a brief period, he saw that bottom, and what a nice bottom it was. The chairs depression was gone, and now the chair was very Happy.

After the event, the Chair was happy to be working again. But he did not know that his job here was his last, as the men came back in and took the chairs one-by-one somewhere else. Chair did not know where they were going, but the old green Chair hoped he was going to another place to see more rumps.

But that was not the case, for our green friend was placed next to a dumpster. Chairs depression was back again, as he sat by all the garbage, because he too was now considered garbage.

For two days and two nights, the chair sat in sadness. On the second day, it rained. Chair grew more depressed as the water dripped onto his green fabric, making him very wet. The faded green Chair did not like it one bit. He was very sad.

Then, on the third day, a truck came along, and a big man stepped out to examine the old furniture. the chairs depression stayed with him until the man picked him up, and put him in his truck.

The green upholstered chair was now thinking. Where was he going? Was he going to his death? Was he going to see the light? He did not know of his future.

Then, the back door opened on the truck. The chairs were taken out one-by-one. The big man moved the chairs into a building he owned, and within a few days, he got to work.

The Chair watched as the man tore off the old fabric. Chair couldn't bear to watch, so he closed his eyes. Then came his turn. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He was a chair.

The man tore and ripped the fabric off the Chair. it hurt the Chair so. But after a little bit, the chair felt something strange. something pointy. A needle. Yes! A needle. the man was sewing on a new fabric onto the chair.

After a hard days work, and some new wood varnish, the chair looked as if it had just come from the factory. The new green fabric looked good on the chair. and the Chair was Happy once again.

The bog man took the green Chair and put it in a lit storage room. Chair was among all kinds of furniture. Couches, Recliners, even other chairs like him. He did not know what the man was going to do with him, but he new he was not going to get depressed.

After a few days, the man came back and picked up the chair. He moved him to the front of the store to show some customers what a fine beauty this man has refurbished. The Chair liked the peoples reactions, and loved it even more when they picked him up, and carefully sat him in a pickup truck.  

Now the chair resides in a house, in a boys bedroom, where he was of good use. The boy didn't always rest his bottom on the chair, but the Chair didn't mind. The chair knew that this was his new permanent home, and He knew that it would be a while until he would move again.

And because of that...the chair was happy.