Maddy lay on the couch, the toy in her clutches, as she drifted into the deep crevices of her mind.

“I chase the bird-on-a-string, I catch the bird-on-a-string,” she waxed philosophically. “I chase it again, I catch it again. I chase it still more and I catch it still more.”

“But maybe,” she pondered, “it’s the bird-on-a-string that chases and catches me?”

A few feet away, the therapist dropped her pen and removed her glasses.

“I believe we’ve just had a remarkable breakthrough,” the human doctor commended. “Perhaps now would be a good time to explore your anger issues with that red dot.”