Among the many New Peoples that Dorothy and the Wizard encounter in their tour of the Land of Oz (in Baum's The Emerald City of Oz) are The Fuddles: who are living Jigsaw Puzzles.
I love The Fuddles because I understand them. Every time something upsetting or startling happens in the village of the Fuddles, all of the people literally fly to pieces -- and there they lie until someone who is Less Easily Rattled comes along to piece them together again. Here, as the caption indicates, Dorothy and the Wizard have just managed to get one person's head together -- so at least they can get the story of what happened and some intelligent responses to their queries. Oftentimes in our daily lives we feel that we are assembling other people's jigsaw puzzles. Once in a while we succeed is making the right connections.
I am definitely a Fuddle.