Random story time.

[LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow]

There was this chair, a chair that whoever sits in it must tell the truth.
The chair was put to work in a courtroom. But it didn't like it there, it wanted to be somewhere it was loved. No one loved the truth it seems so no one loved the chair.
Then one day, a particularly angry man sat in the chair and was made to tell a particularly embarrassing truth.
The man smashed the chair to bits, and ruined the truth-telling abilities it had.
At first the chair was upset, it liked being broken even less than it liked being a chair.
But the judge had always liked the chair, and took it home with him, in pieces.
He was an amazing wood-crafter, and he worked tirelessly on the pieces of the chair.
Until finally he was finished. He had made, out of an unusual but ordinary chair, a wooden horse. Which he then gave to his daughter.
His daughter loved the horse, and played with it every day, passing it down in her family for generations. And the chair was forever happy.
 

 

Randomly came up with that in a few minutes, decided to share.

And yes I know it's ridiculous.

[L0SS]

Then who was phone?

[Peridank]

I'll stop posting for a bit now...

[Sethera]

That's a sweet story... ^_^

I can totally imagine you waving a sign saying: "Chairs have feelings too!" by the way.