Three chairs. In the middle of the forest.
I was walking in the woods with my friend when we came across the three chairs. We both looked around, wondering where the chairs came from, when a loud, booming voice came from the sky. “Step away from the chairs!” cried the voice.
Me and my friend slowly backed away, hoping that whoever was talking to us would just leave us in peace. “These chairs are mine! Go, go away NOW!”
To this day, I still regret what we did. We had a 50/50 chance of being right. We picked wrong.
I was walking in the woods with my friend when we came across the three chairs. We both looked around, wondering where the chairs came from, when a loud, booming voice came from the sky. “Step away from the chairs!” cried the voice.
Me and my friend slowly backed away, hoping that whoever was talking to us would just leave us in peace. “These chairs are mine! Go, go away NOW!”
To this day, I still regret what we did. We had a 50/50 chance of being right. We picked wrong.