The Story of a Little White Cabinet

Once upon a time there was a sad little cabinet.  She had been built out of scraps and held tools or other shop items that battered her cream coloured paint.  Soon she recieved new paint colours...mint green, white, rust red, black, and finally dark green.  Over the years the little cabinet became scarred, but she was proud to be useful.  She survived a flood that warped her bottom and was moved around from place to place until eventually being sold for $2 to a furniture dealer.

 She sat in his showroom, surrounded by bigger, newer, nicer furniture pieces, forgotten and ignored.  Then one day a girl came in, browsing slowly through all the furniture, eyes lingering on a dresser here, a dining set there. She looked at the little green cabinet, running her fingers over bumpy, imperfect paint, opening the door to look inside.  The girl walked away, to the front desk where the dealer waited.

"How much for that little green cabinet?"

The dealer walked over, eyed the cabinet, and responded, "$20."

The girl innocently paid without haggling and carried the cabinet out to her mother's car.  In her home with the girl, the cabinet was no longer battered and neglected, but put to use as a beloved part of the house.  She held lamps and books and pretty things instead of tools or flood water.  Her paint was still scarred and bumpy.

After many years, the cabinet began to really feel old.  She was missing one screw from her ill-fitting hinges, and the remaining three became looser and looser.  Until one day the baby of the house turned the latch and opened the cabinet door.  The top hinge completely detatched from the body of the cabinet.  The door hung by just one remaining screw.

The cabinet found herself hoisted up on to the kitchen table, with sticky wet glue and sharp toothpicks shoved into the stripped screw holes.  She lay there all night wondering what was going to happen next.  In the morning she was unceremoniously moved to the floor in the corner, door still detatched and tucked behind her.  She remained there for the next few days, getting in the way and not being useful.

Finally, she was moved back to the kitchen table.  The girl roughly sanded the glossy finish off her paint then wiped her down.  A smoky turquoise paint soon covered her inside, followed by creamy white on the outside.  The cabinet felt fresh and bright and new!

Once the paint was dry, she was gently moved down to the floor and fitted with soft felt feet.  She was positioned in a place of honour near the front door, ready to greet any visitors, welcoming them in.

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