"Kitten? Kitten? Come here, wherever you are, or I won't give you a treat." A man stood in the middle of the garden, hands on his hips, the sun beating down on his head. After one last futile scan of the surroundings, he sighed, "Alright, you keep playing in the hot sun. I'm out of here."
With a touch of dramatic flair, he scooped up his gardening tools and turned to head back, throwing one last call over his shoulder, "Come on, Kitten! Are you going to make me worry?"
Just then, a little girl raced over there, slightly huffing and her pigtails bouncing behind her. "Mister? What are you looking for?"
"I think she's been naughty and fears that I will scold her."
The girl nodded sagely, a few delicate curls escaping her perfectly styled hair, and agreed, "Then it's right she will hide. Even if she has been naughty, you shouldn't scold her, or she will fear you."
