The Seven Chairs

The fifth one ended up in France. But let’s start at the beginning. What happened to the first? An abandoned home with the third chair. The second went either north or south…. The fourth went up to the courthouse. The sixth stayed at The Wizard’s side. I honestly don’t know where the seventh went. I’m just confused by the mere thought of these chairs that were cursed by The Wizard. He was a very dastardly man.

           Let’s get back on the subject, shall we? My name is Chloe, and I researched these mysterious chairs for a project in college.  Little did I know that I would be thrust into the middle of such a catastrophe. The poor nun- poor, not meaning lacking in money, but poor, as in my feeling sorry for her- was at least ten or sixteen feet above the ground when the fifth chair took it’s trip. One of the men at the church where the chair took off said something in French to the other about the situation.  He could not be heard over the whooshing sound of the chair being directed by The Wizard to go to his island.

           The nun was screaming all the while, flipping, turning, twisting and all that jazz when the chair was winding its way through the French streets. She found herself above seas, screaming her guts out and clenching the chair with all her might so she wouldn’t fall. But that wish was partly ignored. She didn’t fall off; she just went to the island where all the other six chairs were accounted for. Five of the other nuns on their chairs had rushed to different random places and back to the island, all frightened.

           What was going on? What was happening? These questions and many others rambled inside their heads without answers. The Wizard spoke so suddenly, the only other sounds were the wind, water, and the seagull circling above their heads.

“You fools!” he shouted, “You dare to leave me? We were having great fun, but how dare you abandon our mission! Did you really think I would allow you to escape so easily?”

            I am very sorry to stop for one moment to tell you two things. First, you need to know that these secrets are forbidden to get into the wrong hands. Now that I know these secrets my life is in danger.  Second, the nuns in fact used to have plans to rule the world with this awful, nasty, rotten Wizard. Imagine, what they would have done to us, if they had ruled? It gives me nightmares to this very day, to know that this might have happened.  I am very thankful that these nuns had a change of heart.

           “I have no more left to say to you filthy gahoolians! You betray my work, turn back, and backstab me? UNBELIEVABLE! I shall imprison you all on this island for eternity! I will conquer, I will rise, I WILL RULE!”   

But, The Wizard made one wrong movement with his mucky, mold infested wand. The chairs went away, up, up, up, and soon the nuns were home and the chairs vanished mysteriously.