Discipline the Child

Quilt voice into flat prairie land. Swell stature into argument. Carve wrongdoing into wood chips, easily digestible. Engage in preemptive fork removal. Do not be implicit. Silence, a coiled threat. What’s in your holster? Separate the child from the chaff. I mean, spoon the cream off the top. What do you mean you don’t have a holster? Keep the curds. Discard the whey.