Parts of a motorbike are spread across a kitchen floor and are talking [humour me]…
Wheel: (Spoken in decisive terms) Front wheel reporting for duty, Sir!
Gear Cog: Gears all present and correct, Sir!
Brake Cable: Brake cable ready for reassembling, Sir!
Nut: (Whispered apologetically) Very small, insignificant rear right crank flange wing nut under the dresser, sitting on a comfortable pile of fluff, sir.
The others haven’t even noticed I’ve gone. Front wheel is so full of himself. I don't suppose he even knows that I exist. You'd think that he'd be such a rounded fellow too. Gears are far too busy connecting with each other to notice a nut like myself. And as for brake cable, he acts as if he was the most important part of the bike. He doesn't even make it go. He makes it stop. How boring is that? None of them ever notice me. (Sigh)
I rather like sitting on this pile of fluff. It's magic! Yes, magic and what’s more I’m going to make a magic wish. (Coughs to clear throat) Dear magic fluff, I wish I wasn't a very small insignificant rear right crank flange wing nut.
Oil-covered Man: (A loud angry voice) Has anyone seen a nut? I’ve got to find that nut! My motorbike won’t go without it!
Nut: Crikey, magic fluff is powerful stuff! It would appear that I am now a vitally important rear right crank flange wing nut. What fun.
There is a moral to this story but I thought I’d let you work that one out for yourselves ;-)