Spanish Leather Sofa

On Marabeth’s Spanish Leather Sofa sat a gavel. I looked at it for a long while, asking it many questions. It mostly ignored me. Finally, I decided to get to the bottom of this gavel. I picked it up: it seemed light, but then again, what did I know about gavels? “Grace,” I yelled, for her blender was running, “why do you have a gavel?” I finished, in what was almost a whisper, as her blender stopped running midway through. “I found it at a bus stop last Halloween.” She turned back on the blender. I still had questions. What did it mean? Who were its previous owners? Why had they abandoned a perfectly good gavel? There was a mystery here, and I intended to solve it. I sat down on her Spanish Leather sofa. Boy, was that thing comfortable.