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 ;-)
