I've been a naughty girl and not given you what you wanted in your tickle in my slippers, so now you have put me in shackles around my ankles so I cannot leave. I don't know what I've gotten myself into this time but all I can do is sit and wiggle my toes while contemplating how I am to escape these cuffs. I'm lucky that you haven't put them on my wrists yet, but I don't know how much longer I'll be this lucky. My poor slippered toes just can't take much more.