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The bicycle shed its chains, pedaling off into the sunset on its own. Sarah watched, bewildered, as her trusty steed gained sentience. Nearby, a tree uprooted itself, its branches forming chain-like links to pull itself along. The world was turning topsy-turvy.

Even thoughts weren't safe. Ideas chained themselves together, leaping from mind to mind. Sarah's confusion jumped to a passerby, then a dog, then a lamppost. By nightfall, the entire town buzzed with a shared, inexplicable perplexity.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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The galvanized jungle gym had two swings that hung down on chains. He sat down to swing, on one . Pumped his body and legs to reach the sky by letting go. Gravity tugged him to the ground. He tried again; twirled, twisted the chains to be enwrapped in the steel jaws. Frightened , the chains unwound, let him go. Dizzy, he took one step; tossed his cookies. Life unchained teaches lessons. Slowly he learned his lesson.

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