If I were a balloon (which I misspelled in the fifth grade spelling bee causing me to loathe the word), I'd be blown up much too big, to where the little tie end would be inflated too, making an ugly bulbous extention, and I'd look all out of shape and thin and gloriously popable. I need someone to carefully undo the knot and let me deflate a bit. I fear if I even touch the grass I will burst.