"Why is your old mate curling up the lower body?"
The Watchman noticed something amiss. Ever since the magic carpet appeared, it never fully unfurled, with one-third of the lower part always rolled up.
"Are you hiding something? Is there something wrong with your lower body, old mate?" the Watchman asked.
"How could that be! The magic carpet is made from the world's toughest steel sheep wool, forged repeatedly and protected by the Miracle Force, possessing defensive power far superior to regular armor. It's been with me for so many years, and I have never seen it torn or pierced!" the Lamp God confidently said.
Then he waved at the flying carpet, "Come, old mate, show them your lower body!"
The flying carpet acted shy, repeatedly gesturing 'no' as if to say it couldn't, it couldn't.
