Grandpa Chair Tells the Stories
The cabin hankered for a story.
They had not had one for a couple of months.
Grandpa chair was tired of feeling the cabin’s discontent.
He came alive and began telling ghost stories.
They were better than any the humans had ever told.
The cabin was satisfied, and grandpa chair was fulfilled.
Keeping up the façade throughout the winter months.
Mum about it when the humans returned in the summer.
Dying for them to leave, so they could resume the best stories in the fall.
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