The Tattle Tell

A long time ago in a far away place, when parental corporate punish was in place, there was a tattle tell. All of the kids would have to sit at the table and wait for someone to crack and fess up to the dirty deed knowing that there would be severe consequences. We sit, we wait, and then the tattle tail cracks and spills their guts. Telling goes against the code of ethics discussed by the siblings. Punishment given, we are excused from the table. What to do now the code has been broke?? We plot further, of course, without the tattle tail baby, who didn't get his after the table incident. Humm, just beat him up...not enough. Tell on him for all the bad things he did...that makes us no better and would break our code. The fitting punishment came to one of us like a blinding light. We shall wait till the parental units go to bed, drag the blabber mouth down the stairs gagged and out the back door. We shall then take him to a tree and tie him there. The tree has to be far enough away from the house so the parents cannot here his screams for help. We tied him up and informed him if he tattled again and broke the code, there would be more severe punishment. After tied to the tree, most go back to bed, but a few go to the garage to have a celebrate our brilliance and kind of watch the kid from afar, after all there are lions, tigers, and bears out there. We celebrate the fact we are teaching the blabber mouth a lesson. We start to get tired so decide to go untie him knowing he will never tattle again. Would you? We all go to our beds and dream of days to come. No hard feelings or fouls, just love.