Group K: "The Story of Mr. Ford"

After a long day of work one night, Mr. Ford came home to an empty house.  His wife was on vacation with the kids, and he was excited to have the time to relax for one night before she came back.  He went to the local sandwich shop, bought a large ham sandwich, and went home.  Instead of following the rules this night and eat in the dining room or kitchen, however, he decided to eat in his favorite old recliner and read the newspaper.  This was his favorite way to spend the night, and did whenever possible.  He got home, and immediately went to the oversized, blue chair.  In one motion he grabbed the newspaper while taking the sandwich out of the bag.  The paper around the sandwich fell to the ground, and he started eating.  After about ten minutes of reading the newspaper, he began to hear a loud noise coming from underneath his chair.  He thought it was just his imagination, but when he felt something hit the leg of the chair with such a force that he dropped his paper, he became concerned.  He ran to the kitchen and put the sandwich on the counter.  He grabbed a large, wooden chair in the dining room to use as  protection if there was something in there, and walked into the room cautiously.  As he walked onto the carpet, he felt something move around his feet.  Alarmed, he looked down to see a large bump underneath the carpet.  As it circled around and came back toward him, he began to panic.  He had no idea what to do and tried to run away from it, hiding between the side-table and the bookcase.  The thing, however, seemed to sense where he was heading, and went right for him.  It hit his feet with such a force that he fell backward, knocking the chair out of his hands.  He knew that whatever this thing was, it meant business.  As he saw it coming back around, he stood up with the chair.  He knew he had to end this now.  As it got closer and closer, Mr. Ford raised the chair above his head even more.  Finally, as it was just about to crash into him again, he brought the chair down, hitting it with a great amount of force.  It stopped moving, and he ran out of the room back into the kitchen.  He didn't care what the thing was.  He just wanted to get out of there.  He looked at the newspaper again this time, but instead of finishing the sports section, he perused through the apartment listings, thinking that perhaps it would be a good time for a change.