Written by Tal Orr

In dedication to

My brother Eli

One cold March morning in 1928 seven stealthy nuns

snuck into the monks’ hidden tower, where seven

magical chairs awaited them.

There were many rumors about the chairs. Some claimed

that they only worked if you whispered the magic word,

or if you sat in a strange position.

The nuns were all sisters except for one, Number 5 as

they called her. Her father was a French magician who

cannot be named.

As the nuns were stealthily creeping down the long halls

they saw many interesting things like old books written

in strange languages. They kept on stealthily creeping

until they reached two very large, very heavy doors. The

nuns slowly opened the doors to the room and saw

seven incredibly shiny, white chairs. Each nun stood in

front of a chair in the order they were born in 1, 2,

3,4,5,6 &7. Just before they sat down a strange red glow

appeared connecting each nun to their chair.

Then they sat down just as nine monks walked in “NO”!

they shouted, but the nuns had already disappeared.

The next morning, a short chubby monk ran in with a

newspaper in his small fat hand. It read: six white chairs

randomly appear in London with six strange people on

them.

A week passed and the same monk ran in with another

newspaper this one read: strange chair with the number

5 pops up in Paris, France.

So said a tall monk, “The fifth one ended up in France”