Tangled UpTangled Up"Are you my mother," queried the lamp.
"No, but come look at my barbs... niiiice shaaaarppp rusty barbs..."
Mesmerized by the hypnotic voice of the talking barbed wire fence, Lamp hurled itself into the thickest part of the barbs (sustaining only minor damage to its 150-watt quartz halogen bulb).
The pain was incredible.
Lamp fled in pain and confusion. "Doesn't anyone love me? I've been abandoned in the back seat of a car and tricked by sharp rusty barbs. What could be worse?"
Next: Indeed, What could be worse?