One day, three strings were walking down a long, winding road. They had just gotten their threads trimmed and waxed by the town barber, who was a nylon rope. But, they were very tired because that day their car had been towed while they were in the barber shop, making them have to walk home. Normally, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be a string, but on this road, none of the restaurants sold treated water, but just normal water. The thing is, strings can only drink certain kinds of water that have chemicals in them that don't mess up their threads. So the three strings decided they might as well go in each place they pass, and see if any of them will give them water.

They all agreed that the string with the deepest voice should be the one to talk in each restaurant. ( so whoever waited on them might think they aren't underaged strings, but ropes.) They then walked at a quicker pace until another restaurant came into sight. Once the strings were in the restaurant, the waiter came over to them and said, "What would you like to order?", the string answered in the deepest voice he could make, "One water for each of us". The waiter stood there, a polyester rope, and stared at the three strings and said, "Hey! Your nothing but a bunch of strings! Get out!". So,of the feeling dejected, the strings walked out, wondering if they could actually get some water to drink, because all of the walking they had done was making them more and more thirsty every minute.

The good thing was, the next restaurant they went to was not very far away. Still not having any other ideas, the strings decided to go into the next one with the same plan. The waiter came up to them, a clothesline, and asked them what they wanted. The string answered in the deepest voice he could make, "One water for each of us". To their disappointment, the waiter looked at them quizzically before getting them the three cups of water. When he came back, he almost started putting down the three waters, but then said, "Hey! You strings get!"

Thinking they should give up, the strings kept walking down the road. While they were walking, one of the strings undid his threads on the top of his head, and tied it in a knot. When they walked in, the strings sat at an empty table. After a few minutes, a waiter came to them and asked them what they would like, and the designated string answered once again, "One water for each of us." So, the waiter went to get them some water. When he came back, he looked at them and said, "Aren't you just a bunch of strings?". Then, the string that undid his threads answered, "No, I'm a frayed knot."