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Pudlos

PUDLOS* You are a rattan stick. You show an image of discipline with my father's strong hand gripping tightly on one of your ends. Father shouts in anger as you hit me. (I have made a mistake!) I cry helplessly and with regret. Your bending on me inflicts a pain, sometimes a scar that will remind me that evil deeds cost punishment. Your bending on my childish body -- Thanks!-- straightened my older one. You are truly a tool of discipline ONLY IF the one that holds you is disciplined, responsible, and loving. *Masbateño term for a stick used to hurt an erring child or pet

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