Mr. Barry didn't want his sofa anymore. Then he put it in the front garden for the rubbish collection to pick up.
His sofa's name was Darla. Darla was sad that Mr. Barry didn't want her1 the house anymore.
She sat in the sun，under the trees，and watched the street.2 quiet and sunny it was! Darla had never been outside in her whole life. She liked3 feel of the sun on her.
A little girl4 red shoes was walking along the street.
"Hello!" said the little girl， "What are you doing here？Is someone5 house？
"I'm going to the rubbish tip，" said Darla sadly.
"Oh!" said the girl， "Perhaps no one will mind then，if I sit on you？"
The girl sat on the sofa. She laughed and sang some songs to Darla.
Soon a boy came past. He stopped6 he saw the girl and Darla.
"You can7 on it too!" said the girl.
The boy came to sit on the sofa too.
Later some birds and a family of ants arrived. It was nice to sit on a sofa in the garden，8 they stayed.
Mr. Barry came out of his house. "Why are you all on my sofa？" he asked.
The girl and the boy，the birds and family of ants，all looked up at Mr. Barry.
Then Mr. Barry laughed， "Is there room on that sofa for9 ？"
Darla was now an outdoors sofa，and with so10 new friends，trees and the sun，she was the happiest she'd ever been.
