Little piggy is a little tied up. And masked. Eyes downwards. Out of control. Lost capacity to control his fate. So when I walk to fetch a cane, he can only imagine the type I'll choose. A senior, a ... delrin, ... maybe the smoked dragon? But no. I put my hands on the very nasty cane with a surprise. A little something at the tip, making it particularly vicious. His backside will suffer. You can listen to the sounds. A story of intolerable cruelty, and sheer submission. No other way, is there? :)

Little piggy is a little tied up. And masked. Eyes downwards. Out of control. Lost capacity to control his fate. So when I walk to fetch a cane, he can only imagine the type I'll choose. A senior, a ... delrin, ... maybe the smoked dragon? But no. I put my hands on the very nasty cane with a surprise. A little something at the tip, making it particularly vicious. His backside will suffer. You can listen to the sounds. A story of intolerable cruelty, and sheer submission. No other way, is there? :)