I abuse my birdie. When I get caught playing with my bird my Mother punishes me. Mother says she is going to put me on hormones to control me. She is going to lock my bird in a cage so I can’t abuse it anymore.

Mother sent for a birdie cage to lock it up so I can’t touch it and I can’t rub it. Mother will have the key. I have to take it to her for washing and punishment. Mother says it is the only way to control a troublesome boy. She says I need discipline. I guess she is right. Mother always knows best.