The tale of the missing phone

Okay, now I feel dumb. Don went to make a phone call from the hand set today and could not find the phone. I could hear the agitation in his voice, so I started looking and I could not find it, so I am scratching my head. Where could the phone be? Did I pack it? Oh no, if I packed it, I knew it would never be found as we have many boxes already packed and stacked on top of each other. So then I thought out loud, why not call the phone. So that is what we did and we heard the phone ring and scratched our heads, from what room are we hearing it as it sounded muffled. Then began the search of rooms, the continual calling of the number and erasing of many messages that did not get made but filled up our phone. Finally I unplugged one phone that we have that is not electric but battery run, and we could hear the phone. Where in the world was the ring coming from? Again a search and finally the sound of the battery coming to the end of its life began to beep out among the many boxes. We searched those boxes not closed, and scratched our heads, where is it? Finally I looked at a lawn chair that we had been using in the office, it is one of those 2 seaters that when you sit down you don't want to get up. Well I had folded it up in the office and taken it out to the living room. The beep got louder as we started to open up the chair, and there in the middle of it was our phone, beeping at us loudly and getting softer as the battery's life was ending, and that is the end of the missing phone saga, except that we gingerly and lovingly put the phone on the crook so once again the battery would have life and we would have a phone.
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