He often boasted of his advantages.
He had been given the perfect amount of shade, and the luxury of the perfect location along the trail, near the halfway water fountain.
While he slept, someone thought it would be funny to sneak in the sign behind his back.
Now all of a sudden, no one would sit there and he had no idea why. He felt abandoned and forgotten. He grew to hate the snickering behind his back and despised everyone he thought responsible.
As his depression deepened, the joke went stale...
We thought we were teaching him a lesson. We're not so sure anymore...
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