Once upon a time there was a man who lived on a treehouse.
People picked on him for being so old and living on a treehouse, so one day he got tired of it all and nailed planks to every door and every window, preventing anyone for seeing him.
He knew they knew he was there and he knew they thought he was weird, but he was happy to at least have some peace.
Eventually he grew hungry, and so, knowing he would not need his arms anymore since he was there, where he would always be, he ate them.
Later, when hungry and knowing he would not leave, he ate his legs too.
But then, he got hungry again and by realizing how hungry he could get, he would rather go outside and so he screamt for help, for the people outside to save him.
The people outside have long been gone, since he closed the doors and windows they lost interest.
but he could not see outside, so he assumed that they hated him so much, like they always did, that they did not want to save him.