Then there's the stymied little orange stool, poised on the brink of panic like a child who has lost his parents at the zoo.

It reminds me of P.D. Eastman's children's book, "Are You My Mother?" in which a baby bird leaves the nest and wanders around asking that question to a dog, a cat, a cow and other creatures, including, finally, a steam shovel.

Obviously the tall A-framed beings are not the squat stool's kin. Meanwhile, the one being who possibly could be someone's mother, the woman on the ladder, pays him no mind.

Did you know you created such a heart-rending picture?