The Giving Couch

**my family= the neighbors

Once there was a couch.
And it loved a little boy who had just graduated from college.
And everyday, the boy would come and gather her pillows and prop them behind his back when he played video games.
He would climb up on her cushions and sit and watch sports.
And when he was tired he would sleep on her cushions.
And the boy loved the couch... very much.
And the couch was happy.



But time went by.
And the boy got a job.
And the couch was often alone.
Until the boy met a girl.
And they would spend a lot of time together on the couch.
And the couch was happy.


One day the couch said, "Come boy, come and climb up on my cushions and watch sports and take a nap."
And the boy said, "I am too busy to take a nap. I want a wife. And I want children. And I want a house. Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the couch, "but take my cushions and my pillows and make yourself a house. And then you will be happy."
And the couch was happy.


One day the boy married the girl.
And they moved the couch to their new house.
But it would not fit in the front room.
And so they moved it into their bedroom.
And the couch would wait for the boy to come and play.
But the boy was busy.
And he stayed away for a long time.
And the couch was happy, but not really.


And then one day the boy came back and walked by the couch
And the couch said, "Come boy, come and sit on my cushions and gather my pillows and play video games and be happy."
"I am too busy to play video games," said the boy. "I have a child now. And I have a wife."
And the couch said, "Come and sit with your child and read books to her and be happy."
And the boy sat on the couch and read books to his daughter.
And the couch was happy.


And the boy had some neighbors and they saw the couch in the boy's bedroom.
And sometimes they sat on the couch.
And the couch was happy.


One day the boy moved his family.
And the couch was placed in the family room.
And the children would race onto the couch and jump from its pillows and play and be happy.
And the couch was happy.


Until one day the couch said, "Come boy, come and sit on my cushions."
And the boy said, "I want leather. Can you give me leather?"
And the couch said, "I cannot give you leather. But take my cushions and prop up your head and enjoy my comfy seat."
And the boy said, "I will get some leather. And I will take you to the neighbors who have sat on you and you will stay in their loft. And you will be happy."
And the couch was moved to the neighbor's loft.
And the neighbors were happy.
And the couch was happy.
But he missed his boy.


But every so often the boy would come and visit the couch and sit on its cushions and watch a basketball game with his neighbor and watch his kids play in the loft and wear a blonde wig.
And the boy was happy.
And the couch was happy.


And the couch would watch the neighbor's children play.
And they would gather up her cushions.
And make forts.
And play and giggle and be happy.
And the couch was happy.


And the couch would say, "Come neighbors, climb up on my cushions and watch movies.
And read to your children.
And brush their hair and their teeth.
And be happy."
And the neighbors said, "We want leather. Can you give us leather?"
And the couch said, "I cannot give you leather. But take my pillows and enjoy their softness."
And the neighbors got leather.
And they were happy.
And the couch was in the garage.
And she was happy, but not really.





And one day the neighbors' newly married sister came and got the couch and took her off to her new home.
And the newly married sister was happy.
And the couch was happy.


And then one day a lot later, the newly married sister's mother-in-law took the couch to her new home.
And again, the couch was happy.


And then a lot of days later, the mother-in-law was moving into another house and could not fit the couch into her new home and gave the couch to a nice girl.
And the couch was happy.


And then one day a lot lot later, the neighbors created a blog.
And they advertised the sale of their oldest daughter's Girl Scout Cookie sale on their blog.
And a nice girl read the blog and ordered some cookies.
And the oldest daughter was happy.


And the neighbors hopped in their car.
And traveled a few miles to deliver the Girl Scout Cookies to the nice girl whom they had never met.
And when they walked into the nice girl's apartment,






they saw a couch.
And it looked like a couch they once had.
And the couch straightened herself up and said, "Come neighbors, come and climb up on my cushions and gather my pillows and make forts. And be happy."
"We are too busy to sit on your cushions and make forts in the nice girl's apartments. And our children need to get home and get some sleep. But, we will take your picture and blog about you and we will be happy."

And the couch was happy.




And so was the nice girl.