Waaaaal when I wuz a youngun ifn yew got caught doin sumpthin rwong thenn toooo th shed. Shed them britches and git yew a little hickory tea. 'twas no laughing matter when it got down to tea time old chap. One lump or two. Nowadays they screw up on purpose jest so they kin visit their pals in juvie hall have an academic break make me president and I'll guarantee a paddle for every house and a pack of wild youngins who may be curious about tippin the neighbors outhouse but that natural fear of having a razor strop warmin up their little tail feathers till they burn off might just make em think twice aforn they steal the Jonses piglett.