On my chair I sit and ponder,
A strange mystery I must wonder.
It's something that I just can't explain,
And it involves my dear sister's name.

I've always thought she was quite odd,
Doing things that make me nod.
But now I've noticed something new,
Something that makes me say "Oh, who knew!"

It seems that every time she's gone,
My chair starts to move on its own.
It slides across the room so sly,
As if someone invisible is nearby.

At first I thought it must be me,
But then I saw the mystery,
My sister's picture on the wall,
The chair would move with her each and all.

It's strange, but it's also kind of cool,
A little secret, just for us two.
So if you see my chair in motion,
You'll know the reason, and the notion.

Reflections

1. What was the strange mystery that the child discovered in the story?
2. Why did the chair move on its own when the child's sister was not around?
3. How did the child feel about the mystery, and what did they do when they discovered it?
4. Do you think the child and their sister shared any other secrets or mysteries?
5. What would you do if you discovered a strange mystery like this one?