Uh Oh

"Ah ha!" the woman says, grabbing your foot. You quickly try to crawl away, but you don't have enough grip. The woman yanks you out from under the bed, clearly unimpressed.

"The penalty for stealing an apple is an hour of humiliation in the stocks!" she says.

You stole an apple? That's dumb. And now you had to go to the stocks, the really old wooden contraption where your arms and feet are put through holes. Often, tomatoes are thrown at people in the stocks, you think. This will be a fun day. The woman leads you into the town.

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