Friday, February 1, 2019

Piñata Abuse -

A true story...

I was walking the dogs around the neighborhood park. There I saw the most barbaric ritual happening at a birthday party for a three-year-old.

The adults had strung up Winnie the Pooh. He was big, and beautiful, and smiling his benign smile, and looking down upon the children who had always adored him. They were the same little children who had snuggled down countless nights, tenderly hugging their beloved Pooh Bears while drifting off to slumber, safe in the glow of their little Winnie the Pooh night lights. Now they were being directed to whack Winnie with a stick.

I walked on thinking how confusing this must be for little kids. Farther down the path I saw some children giving a terrible beating to Sponge Bob.