Imagine this sitting in your house and your guest, an old acquaintance from High School, sees it and says “Oh what a cute little statue of a sad boy and his wheat!”

You look at your guest inquisitively, with a hefty bit of mischief behind your Cheshire Cat grin. Eyebrow raised you lean in and whisper “He has secrets.”

You walk away to prepare snacks and coffee when suddenly from the other room you hear a scream as your guest bolts down the stairs and out the door.

As you cooly walk downstairs to see her flailing down the street to her car you lift a hot steaming cup of coffee (or tea, gross) up to your lips and gently blow on the steam.

That trollop who bullied you in high school will never be the same again.