A little wooden chair had been thrown to the foot of the hill. Covered in dust and mud, it looked old and broken. One of its legs was broken, causing it to lean crookedly into the dirt.
One day, a gray squirrel came running by.
“Oh my! Isn’t this the chair made from that old walnut tree?” The squirrel circled the little wooden chair twice and said, “It must be! I’ve eaten your walnuts; I remember you.”
The gray squirrel pulled the leaning little wooden chair out of the dirt and propped it up with a stone.
The next day, a woodpecker flew by.
“Oh my! Isn’t this the chair made from that old walnut tree?” The woodpecker perched on the little wooden chair and said, “It must be! You were once bitten by moths, and I treated you. I recognize you.”
The woodpecker brought a large leaf and wiped off the dirty mud from the little wooden chair.
Winter came, and it started to snow heavily. The little wooden chair was buried under the snow, with only a corner of its backrest exposed.
As the snowflakes fell, the little wooden chair remembered many years ago when it was still an old walnut tree.
A man had cut it down and made it into a beautiful little wooden chair, painting it with red varnish.
Then, it became the best friend of a little boy.
As the boy grew up, the little wooden chair was thrown into a corner of the warehouse.
Later, it was thrown down the hill…
The little wooden chair sighed, thinking that the boy must have forgotten about it long ago!
Suddenly, an old man came walking through the snow, looking for a suitable cane.
He saw the backrest of the little wooden chair and pulled it out of the snow.
“Oh my! Isn’t this the little wooden chair from my childhood?” He looked at it excitedly and said, “It must be! It was made from the old walnut tree in front of my house! Look, there’s even a scar here!”
The old man took the little wooden chair home, made a new leg for it, patiently sanded it smooth, and painted it with red varnish.
Now, the little wooden chair looked as good as new.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
