As you know, I was supposed to update you Froggers yesterday about what was behind the doors of the mysterious staircase. Unfortunately, as I went to publish the post, the power in the one fat frog building went out. I don’t think the stairs wanted you to know what was beyond them….I don’t see how the two events could be unrelated. I’m trying to type this as fast as I can before some other catastrophe strikes. Those sneaky stairs.
When I reached the top I opened the door and was surrounded by complete darkness. Spencer, my counterpart, was with me again and, being the gentleman he is, forced me to enter first. We desperately searched for a light, our anxiety rising by the second. At the end of the dark hallway we saw a light on in a room. We ran to it. There was only one item in the room, a very flamboyant looking chair, pictured below. This had suddenly turned into the “Chair-witch project”. Something about this chair made me uneasy. It almost seemed to be taunting us. I had so many questions but no one to ask. Who sat there? For what reasons would a chair of this sort ever need to be made? This seemed like the making of someone suffering from extreme can’t-make-up-my-mind-ed-ness. Maybe one day I’ll find out why this chair was made and for whom. Until then, Froggers.
ps if you’re interested come check out the chair for yourself, it seems a lil lonely.
2416 sand lake road, orlando fl, 32809
407-480-3409
The Chair