I was once a piece of mahogany wood lying in a furniture shop. The carpenter had been relieved of his daily grind earlier that day and was retiring when I caught his attention. I was idling behind the door, hoping to be left alone but his keen eyes wore a fixed gaze as one may in a moment of divine revelation. In a flash he tossed me to the dissection table and a chunk of my belly was chopped off. Then I was carved into a hollow cylindrical frame with a stand and base. Next he used the splinters on my exterior and drilled a painful hole in my base. After rummaging about in his old cabinet he came up with a dusty old package of a wiring unit which was connected to the hollow interior through the hole. The final architecture pleased him and I (now a lamp) was polished and placed on the upper shelf. The next week I was joined by many brothers and sisters bearing the same scars, but contrary to my dull demeanour they were pretty upbeat about it. We were sent away in groups to the big mark...
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