Once upon a time there was a puzzle hanging on the wall. He heard from the other puzzles by him that a little boy was going to come stay in their room for a couple of days. "How old is he?! Does he know anything about puzzles? Will he leave us alone or will he ruin our beautiful pictures?". The other puzzles didn't know and advised the poor worried puzzle to wait and see... all could turn out OK. Instead the poor puzzle began to stress. What would he do if he was pulled apart? How could he live a life shut up in a box again? Hanging up straight and tall on the wall was hard work but....
Finally the day came. The child spent very little time in the room, and the rest of the puzzles relaxed when they saw how short he was and that he was always supervised by loving relatives. However, this poor puzzle stressed even more. The child was so young and the potential for disaster was great! Finally after 5 days the puzzle could handle it no longer even though the child had actually left the premises. The stress overcame him and parts of him started falling to the ground below. 
"Give up, there is no reason to go on. All is lost!" he told the other puzzles. But they took no heed to him and stood up straight and tall.
"Give up, there is no reason to go on. All is lost!" he told the other puzzles. But they took no heed to him and stood up straight and tall. The End.
(I could go on about the Puzzle-putter-togetherer coming and helping him to put himself back together, but the story writer got bored....)
I ask you... why else in so many months of hanging peacefully on the wall would a puzzle suddenly take it into his head to fall?
8 comments:
Very very entertaining. come on story teller , tell some more tales.
My favorite it the single one all by itself in the ocean. Why just that one?
I guess it's more on the rocks then in the ocean.
I wasn't bored by your tale. It was quite extrodinary. Keep 'em coming!
i think it was EARTHQUAKE, or at least to make you stressed about the potential. Maybe there was also a parable in the fact that it was a lighthouse. OOOOhhhh
hynwnisq!
maybe it was me...
Sorry Bethanie.. but that one loner was eaten by Spree. He likes pulling puzzles apart and chewing the pieces into oblivion... which is why he doesn't like it when I do puzzles... he's not allowed anywhere near them. Mmm.... maybe the puzzle actually gave up because he decided he was ugly and only good for being eaten by a bird!! I guess we'll never know.
I would blame Spree for the whole thing. It seems he has puzzling issues.
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