Disorder

Oh dear. Things are in a mess down in the barn. The lovely pile of rusty stacking chairs has been disordered. I wonder what the story is. 

Perhaps this is a metaphor for life in general. Maybe it is a condemnation of modern society. No, I think a tractor knocked them over by accident.



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