It had never occurred to the square to imbibe before. Now that it had, it felt as if it

were becoming one of the mass of other quadrilaterals, which, on a whole, are uneven

in character.

 

     As its perimeters expanded it felt guilt shade its lower left quadrant. Such feelings, however, are easily ignored when one is inebriated. With this in mind it is easy for us to understand how the poor square, rejoicing in its new found freedom, went too far, drank too much, and was found the next morning passed out in the middle of a complex geometry equation, bloated beyond recognition and mistaken for a circle.