Wouldn’t it be weird if our pets were really just elaborate sock puppets? I think so. What we think is a delightful creature that enjoys our companionship is really just a puppet controlled by who knows what. Perhaps some magical being that likes to mess with us. An alien or magic gnome or even a malevolent unicorn with thumbs. It may take a bit of explaining to understand the eating and the drinking and the presents our pets leave us, though, but perhaps it’s all a part of the puppet master’s bizarre scheme for world domination. We may never know.
On a similar note, would it not be strange if whenever we fell asleep, someone marched us about like a marionette? Perhaps the same people who control our sock puppet pets. Making us waltz about like fools for their own amusement, only to be returned to our cozy little beds none the wiser. You may laugh, but how can you prove it hasn’t happened to you? How can you, indeed?
The Duck Who May Be an Unwilling Puppet