Every day, Jonny built a chair. Every weekend, he sold five chairs to his father. His father owned a shop and sold the chairs. The only interesting thing about Jonny was that every week he made a different style of chair. He had never made the same style twice. He enjoyed the craftmanship. His chairs were popular, although no customers realized they came from the same man. They all looked hewn from different hands. Jonny liked anonymity.
The chairs always stacked up, to make easier to carry on the long walks to his parents every Saturday morning.
It was one of these long walks that made a story about Jonny worth writing about. It was on one of these walks that he came across a young woman, who was trying to sell flowers at the side of the road. She was standing and looking tired and the day was already young. Jonny suspected she had not eaten well that week and was exhausted.
"A flower for whomever you are visiting, sir," the woman asked as he approached?
"My mother. She likes daisies," he replied, trying to seem nice as he felt sorry.
Jonny had no pence. He carried no money with him on his trips. "One chair. Will you trade?" And she did, happily. She sat comfortably on one of Jonny's chairs as he sat it down for her and took a flower. She would be more comfortable, look happier, and sell more flowers.
Jonny knew his father could easily sell four chairs. He often sold only four of five he sent, and the fifth on its own. People often like chairs in fours. He bid the woman a fair day and departed.
Jonny walked further down the road. Eventually, he came across a young boy headed the other way. The boy looked sad and Jonny asked him why.
"My mother and father have gone into down for the day and I have gotten myself locked out of the house. I can't get into the high window and I'll have to wait until nightfall for their return," the boy told Jonny his plight.
"That is a problem, but I am carrying the solution on my back," said Jonny. He felt bad for the boy and he took another chair from his stack and gave it to the child.
"Thank you sir!" The boy gave Jonny a pence for the chair, which was all he had, even tho Jonny had asked for nothing.
Jonny walked further down the road. Some time later, he saw an old man walking down another road which met his at a crossway. He was walking slower and had a cane. The man was carrying with him a basket, with many pieces of wood sticking out of it.
They both got to the crossway and Jonny noticed the wood in the basket was what was left of a broken chair.
"You have a broken chair, and I have three good chairs, sir," Jonny said to the man.
"My chair was nearly as old as I and without it I have no where to sit within my home. I am going to sell its wood for someones stove and hope I can buy a new chair."
"I sell my chairs and will sell you one for that wood," replied Jonny. He liked that he did two good things with his chairs so far that day and would like to do a third.
They traded the basket for a chair and went on their ways.
Jonny walked further down the road. He had the basket of wood on top of the two remaining chairs, all carried on his back. He walked along, getting much closer to his parents.
When Jonny reached his parents house, he had a surprise.
"We've been robbed," exclaimed his mother!
"I'm ruined," cried his father!
"We have no wood to burn, we're a pence short on the store rent. Never in our lives have I been so lost in my own home."
Jonny went to embrace his sad mother, and then realized he could help all of their problems.
"Where are your chairs, son," his father asked him?
"I sold three of them. Here, you may take the remaining two," he said as he placed the two chairs into the empty room for his parents. "Sit and rest after your ordeal."
"I sold the last chair for some fire wood," he said as he began a fire with the wood in the basket, using the basket as kindling.
"I sold the chair before that for a pence," he said handing the pence to his father, "and you will keep your store."
"I sold the first chair for my mothers happiness," he said, handing his mother the flower."