Go ahead. Make the woodshed as diabolical as you want to. I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm sooooo lovable and cute
. But I've never been called to the woodshed. Now some of my buddies around here... I won't mention any names.
If I were placed in an empty woodshed, I'd be studdying the insects that always inhbit such structures, or the thinkness, length, and suppleness of the switch. I could spend hours imagining shapes, or people's faces in the woodgrains. Or I could even be creating my next novel. I never get board. I create recipes in my head, or engineer different possibilities for making the perfect, biodegradable fishing lure, or how to make a boat more efficient and faster. I don't even need pencil and paper.
My parents were always perplexed about how to punish me. People with active minds are hard to bore. But if you have to punnish the unruly and creative types, nothing works mutch better than giving them some simplistic and repititous task that has little or no meaning. But even then, one can simply flip a switch in one's mind as it were, and find the benefits of the chore. Digging worthless holes, filling them in, and re-digging builds discipline, endurance, strength, and physical stamina. Whitewashing a fence builds hand/eye coordination and flexibility. Any physical labor can be used to better oneself.
Just how do you punish someone when they insist on looking at the positive aspects of anything that is done to them. Make me sit still and completely quiet and I'll use the time to meditate, or relax myself. You can't win.
Make me listen to music that I don't care for, and I'll start analyzing the note structures, or the lyrical content, or the effectiveness of the subject. I can find something positive about virtually everything.
Now what am I going to launch next from the trebutchet at B's Girl's house? Hmmmmm. I think maybe that 3-day old pot of boiled dinner that got left out on the counter could be put into a propper baloon and down her chimney.
Seeeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North