Jonathan stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down at the dirty beige carpet. That carpet is going to be ripped up too, just not today, he thought. He walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of the water-filled pails and carried them out the back door. After dumping them he placed them on the porch and walked over to the back of his car.
Jonathan opened up his trunk and toolbox and picked out a straight edge screwdriver. He closed the trunk and made his way back into the house. He stopped and glanced into the master bedroom which already had a dark hardwood floor. I better open up these windows too, he thought. His bedroom windows overlooked the cornfield, so he paused and looked for a moment. He soaked up the quiet sounds of nature and the slight breeze that blew in before moving on.
He left his room and up the stairs, he trotted. The bedroom at the end of the hall was the one he was going to start with. From the doorway, he carefully pried up the aluminum strip that held the edge of the carpet. Little by little he pried up and ripped the badly stained carpet up. The realtor was right when she said she thought there were hardwood floors underneath.
As he rolled the carpet towards the center of the room, he was surprised by the beautiful rich brown color of the wood. For as stained as the carpet was, nothing seeped through to the floor. He ripped up more of the carpet edges and continued to roll it when he heard something hit the floor. Jonathan looked around the area but didn’t see anything. He got the rest of the carpet pried up, and carefully dragged and rolled it to the center of the room. He dragged it so one end faced the doorway.
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