I am President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s modified wheelchair.  I was made to be able to fit around tight hallway corners so Mr. President could maneuver his way to the elevator, which gave him access to the rest of the house.  In order for this to work, I was assembled from an ordinary kitchen chair, and was turned into anything but ordinary.  I give the POTUS mobility, and I take that job very seriously.  Besides the President, Fala, the feisty Scottish Terrier, is my favorite.  She enjoys getting pushed around while sitting on Mr. President’s lap.  She was the happiest dog in the world going for rides on me.  Shhhhh! Company is coming now, so I must be hurriedly hidden away from curious eyes and loose tongues.  Mr. President’s secret must be safeguarded.  So, I listen silently from the shadows, careful not to make a creak.