an encyclopedia of all things relating to grasshoppers

there once was a chair, many chairs, and there still are. this story started when someone was not in a chair. that means they were standing. they could also be laying down, sitting on something that isn't a chair, or hanging from the ceiling, or flying, or who knows really, people are weird. maybe they were balancing on their pinky finger while trying to surf down the mississippi river on an alligator they painted orange (don't do that please it is really not safe or recommended). but anyways this story begins with someone standing and also ends with someone standing. i think. but stuff happens in between. probably.