Who am I?
I'm sure I know.
I'm a tiny doll in a giant doll house.
The whole world is a giant doll house.
We are the dolls connected to strings.
No wait, that couldn't be.
Where are my strings?
I can't see them.
Perhaps the strings are invisible.
That could be right.
Our house may really be toothpicks.
That must be what I am.
A small doll in a huge doll house.
But who controls us? Who holds the strings?
No, that couldn't be... Me a doll?
It's all confusing.
That's almost impossible.
Or is it?