One of the tables was unhappy and said angrily, "I am the master now!" " It's really unsanitary. Look, my face is covered with correction fluid. It stinks. My four legs are useless. Young master always makes me look like a table. Even if people live well, they shouldn't be like this! It should be saved, or these trees will be cut down sooner or later. "
After listening to a full table of complaints, I looked at the chair and said.
One of the chairs said sadly, "Yes! Cousin, I agree with you. Cousin, do you know? The master nailed a nail in my leg. It turns out that my legs are as slippery as oil. But the owner doesn't cherish it. After nailing a dozen nails, he said it was to prevent someone from changing chairs with him. Hey! Cousin, don't be too sad. Humans will understand sooner or later. "
Hearing this, the table doesn't care about sadness, only about the chair.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The cock crowed at the top of his lungs. The students came one after another. The desk and chair ended the conversation.