After the first Constitutional Congress of Vanishing Pirates it took a few days for normal vision to return. When it did we found the chair on the left had been transformed into the chair on the right. Attached was a short poem from The Straphanger.
We found the house, it had a chair, a neglected chattel, sitting there. Sore and lonely - oh so plain - We felt its silent lonely pain. We each are all of earth and sky and waved our hand as we passed by. To share some warmth and relieve its sorrow so it may groove into tomorrow.