The Coffin

One upon a time, a long time ago, there was a country boy who went to town to see the sights.  He didn’t have any money for a hotel and the local police had a reputation for hassling vagrants, so he decided to sleep in the one place where no one would bother him . . . the cemetery! 

In the middle of the night, he woke up when something bumped him on the foot.  He looked up and there, at his feet, was a shiny rosewood coffin!  A little unnerved, he got up and moved; the coffin moved with him!  He moved a little further; the coffin moved a little further too.  He got scrambled to his feet and started to run; the coffin floated up into the air and started to follow him!

He ran out of the gate of the graveyard; the coffin chased after him.  He ran across a flowerbed, trampling the flowers; the coffin scraped across the flowerbed, crushing some flowers too.  He ran through a chicken coop and scared all the chickens; the coffin scared them too.  He ran through the park and knocked over a picnic table; the coffin knocked one over too.  He ran through the stable and frightened half the horses; the coffin banged through the stable, frightening the rest. 

He ran through the grocery store, knocking over a display of fruit; the coffin ploughed through the grocery store, knocking over a display of vegetables.  He jumped through the back window, shattering the glass; the coffin smashed through a window, shattering it too!

He made it to the pharmacy and there it all ended: he opened a bottle, drank some cough syrup and stopped that coffin!