Dear children,
I feel like you don’t respect me. You only let me out a few times a week, and when you do, you just laugh and laugh, mocking me with your heartless cruelty. And every time you let me out, you immediately shut me back in again. Sometimes you take me out again right away, but mostly I’m left to wallow in my despair. If you have any mercy within you, please let me go free.
—A jack-in-the-box
