I have fallen from the wall and I am all cracked up and no one seems to notice. I tell passerbys and wenches and even the kings horsemen and they all ignore me. Instead I have jesters come by to poke fun and try to "cheer" me up with folly and games of the obnoxious nature.
I understand they are doing their best to help with humor but what I really need is some glue. I need someone to help me hold the pieces together as I apply such glue.
In our culture though people just walk by and pretend you are not there. If they do acknowledge you they do so with a nod or more jestering.
Meanwhile the mice are running off with my shell to make walls for their castles.
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