I own an ottoman of a very special kind passed down by my family through time I discovered it possessed magic powers to behold and a story that needs to be told It was a day in December I will always remember it was the day before Christmas you see outside there was snow and much mistletoe But my parlour was empty my ottoman had gone. I was stunned and quite shocked it had vanished but where a mystery unsolved it had disappeared in thin air. Days went by and I searched everywhere but nothing came quite up to scratch I waited and waited in grief and despair and I waited until it came back. And then one day it just reappeared back in my parlour where it was once before all dressed up in colours galore. I crept up to it\'s side to have a good look but it wasn\'t the same it had got a new look There was evidence there it had travelled around and I was totally amazed by all that I found. It had been to Madrid and Barcelona in Spain then travelled around then went back again. Then just by chance it had visited France to the Folies Bergere - what a coup - what a dream - it had been everywhere or so it would seem. I saw faces of ladies painted full of desire in dresses of colour and exotic attire the flounces and frills went on for a mile An ottoman of wonder an ottoman of style. The Eiffel Tower it was painted on top so I had to keep looking I just couldn\'t stop, I knew there was something it was trying to hide so I opened the lid to see what was inside then took a step back in complete surprise as I gazed at the contents right in front of my eyes. I tipped toed around not making a sound unable to believe the things that I found There were treasures galore wrapped in magic for sure and my parlour just lit up with pride so I danced with delight at the beautiful sight delivered right there by my side. My ottoman was home it\'s destiny complete and I knew of its magical powers so I just closed the lid so I could sit on the seat and I sat by my fire so I could just warm my feet.
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