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I awoke this morning determined to find the perfect place to hang my tapestry. I drew back the curtains to illuminate the room, and began looking for the spot. "Aha!" I thought. "I'll hang it over the staircase. It'll look perfect there." So I started to drag the tapestry across the floor (it was too heavy to carry), and bumped into the coffee table. My favorite knick knack, a snowglobe I bought on vacation last year, fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Frustrated, I dropped the tapestry on the floor, and thought, "I'll just wander around until I think of a better spot." I did some chores and went for a walk. I walked and walked until I was exhausted. "Well," I thought, "I'll just sit down and rest for a bit next to this fir tree." I must have started daydreaming, because the next thing I knew, the most handsome man I have ever seen was standing next to me. We chatted for a bit, and really hit it off. I told him about my troubles with my tapestry. He offered to come help me hang it. I took him up on his offer, and hand in hand we walked back to my house. In no time, the tapestry was hanging on the wall, and he and I were sitting on the deck enjoying a glass of wine. I think I met the love of my life. Who ever knew I'd be thankful that I had a hard time hanging up my tapesty?

The determined mouse ran into the tapestry, just to illuminate the cheese pearched up on the staircase. A REMINDER sign flashed thorugh his brain as he remembered the wooden block under the was a mass murderer(stupid knick knack of a thing) Mr. MOUSIE wnadered around the cheese and longingly stared at it. Suddenly, he saw a cat in the fir tree outside, hand in hand, or should i say paw in paw, with Lola, the neighborhood doll(female cat). He was thankful that the cat wasnt concentrating on him, but on the female and then thanked all females in his heart for being there for him.

I was determined to take down that old tapestry. All it did was block the window and by getting rid of it, the sun would illuminate the entranceway and the staircase. This old castle was a reminder of the past. Every Knick Knack on every built in shelf, the entire place, really, just made me want to wander in the forest outside. I thought of that fir tree down by the lake, where we wandered hand in hand before that awful day. I know I should be thankful for the experience. The memory, however, is daunting.

Yes i can write an amusing story.