I am attending an event with my brothers and nieces. There is a boy picking on others, for he knows that propriety and his family's wealth demand he face no consequences other than verbal reprimands that he can and will simply ignore. I go over to the boy and grip his arm painfully tight and deliver a lecture about the importance of kindness. Beneath those words are the thinly veiled warning that mere propriety will not protect him from the consequences of his actions forever.

  Once the child is sufficiently spooked I release his arm and sit down on a wooden chair that was not there a moment ago. The chair grows chicken legs and carries me off into the woods as I cackle and disappear. I am not seen for another three days. I do not remember my time in the woods and everyone knows better than to ask.