I draw. The story of a lonely old stool.

Recently, having been in the middle of nowhere, I wanted to leave there, to give those people something bright and useful... without thinking, I brought them an old stool, brought it home, and ... flew the soul to heaven!!! Smoothed, polished, opened the magic paint.. and here was born the scenic four-legged stool..
But somehow the owner of the stool can not sit down "on the painting," landing only when a soft seat cover..."You're my good..! Sit down, I tell her, Let!!!".......
And You would sit?