You know the tale of the Wind in the willows? We’ll, after the events, Mister Toad reckless for riding the motorcycle and wrecking them, and Rupert McBadgery, the overweight pear shape badger, butt lift, walking cane, and punisher decided that it was time for the little fella to learn a lesson.

Toad Hall, the place where it all happened, was buzzing with activity as word of the punishment spread like wildfire. The usual chatter and laughter of the inhabitants faded into silence as they gathered around Rupert, their leader, and the symbol of their order. He stood tall, his wrath evident in his every movement, as he addressed the assembled crowd.

"Mister Toad," he began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the hallowed halls of Toad Hall, "you have been found guilty of reckless endangerment, wrecking motorcycles, like you did the last time With cars, airplanes, and boats. Very irritating and irresponsible of you. You're lucky you're still alive." Rupert paused, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the cowering toad before him. "Now, I could simply banish you from this place, but that wouldn't teach you a lesson. No, I think punishment must be meted out with my own special brand of wrath."

Toad gulped audibly, his heart racing as he listened to Rupert's words. He knew what was coming next. He had done this before, and he hadn't liked it very much. But he couldn't help but hope that perhaps this time would be different.

"R-Rupert," he stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry. Whatever do you mean?” Rupert's eyes flashed with anger, but there was also a glint of amusement in them. "Mister Toad, do you remember Skunk’s Whooping?“ He spank his butt to proof his point, and Toad, gasping, nodded. "Oh no!!! You mean like that?" Toad asked, frightened. "Yes, Mister Toad," Rupert said, his voice steady and firm, "just like that. Your father gave me permission to punish you as I see fit.”

Toad swallowed hard, his throat feeling tight and sore. "No no no, no no!!! Anything but that!!!” Rupert tap his cane rhythmically and pointed his big fat hindquarters at toad, chanting as he Swaying his butt and bump him with it. "Cheek to reek, as stink to stink, as trouble goes very shrink." Over and over again until magically, he farted rhythmically at him, grunting "Cheek to reek, as stink to stink, as trouble goes very shrink."

Mister toad gagged and shrink into size of a doll, crying uncontrollably, as Rupert chuckle and say "There now,” Rupert sighed, shaking his head. "That's better." He patted the little toad on the back, then, with surprising gentleness, lifted him onto his broad shoulders. "Now then, I shall take you to the dollhouse, where you shall spend the rest of the day in there. Think about what you've done, and how you can be a better toad in the future. You hear me, Mister Toad?"

"I have never been so disgusted in my life!!!” Toad wailed as Rupert carried him to the dollhouse. "I don't want to be a doll! I'm not a doll! I'm a toad!" He struggled against Rupert's grip, but to no avail. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Rupert chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the top of Toad's head. "Now now, Mister Toad, you're being a bit dramatic. You know I don't mean for you to stay a doll forever. This is for your own good.” He placed Toad gently on the floor inside the dollhouse, the tiny furniture looming large around him. "Here, why don't you take a look around? Maybe you'll find something interesting to do. Where is safe.” When he about to leave, he almost forgot to add to remind him about. “Until you’ll learned your lesson, I’ll simply manage to make a tomato bath for clean you and grew back to your normal size. I promised you that.” He closed the dollhouse and walked away, whistling a tune.

Created by T.L.