Curly stopped crying, swung her little short legs, and asked Sienna, "Mommy, where's that whole set of gold needles Grandpa uses for acupuncture? When we go to Abyanabad, bring them for me. I want to prick Little George until he looks like a hedgehog!"
"You don't know the acupuncture points; you could really hurt someone," Sienna replied.
"I don't care! It's his fault my foot got pricked!" Curly said stubbornly.
"Fine, fine. Prick him if you must. His name is George; he's tough as a rock, he won't break," Adrian said, doting on her.
Sienna put on a stern face and looked at her. "Curly, you absolutely cannot go around pricking people with needles! That's not right!"
"Hmph!"
"Curly, pricking people is wrong! But you could try to scare him. If he gets scared, he might stop liking you," Adrian suggested to his daughter.
