No one knew exactly who they were or where they had come from. They had moved into the house next door to us in the middle of the night. They were a nice family – there were the parents, a brother, a sister and a whole bunch of cousins, aunts and uncles. They also had a pet chair named Murray. They kept Murray in a special little house in the backyard. He was a friendly chair, sometimes we’d pet him through the fence. We asked mom if we could get a pet chair but she just poured oatmeal on our heads and kept licking the curtains.
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It’s so few people who can find the perfect name for their chair. I have to give these people credit on that!
I’m laughing out loud at this, and I can’t think of any funny comment to make in return.
Your writing is just plain FUNNY!