One cold winter morning as the snow covers the dirt with its shivery blanket, a man decides to have a morning walk following a hidden track. The man strolls further than he expected to find a mysterious rope dangling from the sky. His feet embedded in the snow as he approached it slowly. He sticks his finger on the rope, he yanks it to find it is night time.
He backed up astonished. He looks around to investigate for anything suspicious. He tugs it again to be brain washed again. He yanks it faster and faster until the rope suddenly stops working. He gives it a great pull and the rope falls into a pile. He walks away feeling the guilt as he acts like nothing happened.