Engleks Esevølefse

Kreetings tear sir, welcome to this abode. It is not mine. Please come in and meet with the master.

A slightly less than ninety years old seven year old awaits in a chair, looking at you with no particular intensity. Have a seat it says, and dismisses the servant with a very long poking stick. You can't quite decide which seat to have. There are two, both black and made out of leather. For all intents and purposes they are identical, except for their position. One is on top of the other and both are inside a cage. You decide to pick the bottom one and inform the master. It is hard to decide whether your decision was a good one and you suspect that if you made that decision it could be even harder to decide whether that was correct. Suddenly it makes sense to have two chairs on top of each other.

But why in a cage? That is silly, wasteful or a combination of both, or even possibly other silly or wasteful things.