‘When I snap my fingers you’ll bring me my next glass of wine. Do you understand?’
The young boy nodded, shaking from his last punishment.
‘Well’ The master smiled ‘Lets try that again shall we?’
He held his hand in the air for a few seconds, the boy got ready, and he snapped his fingers.
The boy ran to the kitchen, desperate to win this time, he clambered onto the counter and… dropped the wine to the tile floor below.
He heard the gross, clicking steps approach.
‘Oh dear’ The master removed his belt. ‘Looks like we’ll have to try again.’
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