Scolding

Last year I was rummaging about in my great uncle's junk yard when I ran into the devil. I could tell he was Satan by his faux velvet hooves and blue bone collar.
When I asked what business he had in a a shed of old toilet seats and 3-legged dogs he flicked his nipple piercing and elated the fact that where summoned he arrives. I quickly ran to my grandmother's house next door to tell the news. I found my 11 year old cousin sucking on one of my grandfather's dirty socks and asked if he'd want to see Satan.
He bounded out the door and before I could say what's what he saw a pair of gleaming eyes staring through a low-lying bush. He began screaming and crying running home stepping on bullfrogs in the process. At home I got yelled at for showing my cousin the devil. I really did get scolded for that- not a joke. Just ask his mother who has to clean his soiled sheets weekly.