The Red Chair arrived tired at Buckhorn Inn after weeks of traveling and longing for the Orange Chair that had kept Red company at the previous stop at Creekwalk Inn. We offered the Red Chair a Blue Chair who was visiting but Red said “My heart belongs to Orange.” Red was slightly unkempt and grouchy, so it was decided a day in the Buckhorn workshop would do Red good. (I know I always feel better after a day getting “fixed-up” at the beauty salon.) Hugo tightened up the Red Chair's loose bits and gave a fresh coat of matching red paint and Red professed himself ready to face the world again after a quick look in the mirror. We sincerely thank the Buckhorn Inn for their magical refreshing talents. Lookin' good Red!
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