When we were young my Mother would try to teach us not to fight but she had a pretty tough go at that. So in her desperation she would take the fighters into the back yard and cut three willows from the lilac bushes in the back yard. She would give one willow to each fighter and keep one for herself. Then she'd tell one of us to hit the other with the willow--if we didn't she hit us with her willow--if we did then it was the other ones turn to hit with his willow. I'm not really sure how many times she did this but it was enough that when we were fighting and she came home all the neighbor kids would climb up to the peak of the old barn to the east of our house where they had a birds eye view and watch the proceedings.
Maybe that's why the barn burned down???? But I guess that is another story....
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