Sarah ate the couch. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t stand to look at it any longer. She began by biting the leather arm and ripping to the other end. Once the leather was gone she didn’t think twice before digging into the dry yellow foam, didn’t wince as it resisted the force of her swallow. Her husband came home as she moved on to the springs.
“Why Sarah!” he cried as the metal crunched. “If I’d known you hated that couch I would have joined you long ago!”
So Sarah and her husband gnawed ravenously at the wooden boards. “Well I can’t have a house without a couch,” said Sarah after she'd finished off the last of the metal feet, and so they ate the house.
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