Puppet Strings

When he awoke, he was all covered with string. His body misshapen and wooden. Carved from the finest wood. The string seemed to be bound in knots, layed all over the darkened floor. Unsure of exactly what he was or who or where. The only thoughts he had was how did he get so tied up in these knots.

It seemed to be a part of him. Attached to different points on his body. Stuck, he seemed in this loop of a mess. He was shaped with legs, arms, chest, and a torso, all wooden and carved.

How did he get here, he asks himself. Lost in looking over all the string. Where do I begin? This task seems impossible. Where do I start? To begin to unravel this mess.

Strung up and knotted, so tightly tied. Careless put away, he fights, not understanding, feeling useless like a lump.

Blackened backdrop, not able to see very clearly. He begins to tug on a string. It gets taught. Now where does he go? Pulls another, and his foot moves with it. I seem to move when I pull the string. Who would create such a thing?