My special place

I have a little spot in the forest where I go when I need to clear my mind.  Not much, just a stump.  But it's my stump.

So you can guess how upset I was when I went to sit down on my stump, and found myself sitting in a puddle of urine.

Now I ask you: is a man not entitled to sit on a urine-less stump?  Why must I soil myself with a stranger's bodily fluids?

IS NOTHING SACRED?

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Maybe the stump belonged to a deer or bear before you found it? What makes it your stump? Did it have your name on it?