There was once a chair who knew about music. When someone sat in it, it started playing.
"It´s a music-box. It has special springs, which click whenever someone sits in it and make the music-box start playing," explained those who knew about these mechanisms.
Maybe it was exactly like that, but the truth is that one day the mechanism broke down. It stopped playing. It became a common chair, like millions of others, which can´t play.
"The springs must be worn out," said the fat old lady, who was the owner of the chair. "I´ll have it repaired."
However, in the repair shop, they disillusioned her:
"There´s nobody who can fix those chairs, any longer."
The chair went back to the lady´s house. Sometimes, longing for times past, she used to sit in it, recalling the melody, which the chair used to play.
The fat old lady brought back to her memory the time when she was young, slim and gentle, and went, secretly, to sit in the chair.
"Tlim, tlim, tlim and tlim." The chair used to play for the girl.
How she missed it! The lady sighed deeply and went to open the door, because the bell had rung. It was a friend of hers with a nephew, a shy little boy, hiding behind his aunt.
"Come into the living-room." The old lady invited them.
It so happened that the boy sat down in the broken chair. And, just like that, under the light weight of the boy, the chair started playing!
Scared, the boy popped up out of the chair and it stopped playing. Then, the old lady explained the mechanism of the chair and everything went back to normal.
It was a delight to listen to the chair all the afternoon.
"I must be too heavy for the sensitive chair," concluded the lady.
There and then they decided that, whenever he wished it, the boy could come and visit the lady and the chair. They both would be delighted to receive him.