Cat and Mouse Flicker, Victor Abbot

A man I met on the subway one day was named Victor Abbot.  He was a professional ice skater and he liked to dance in the morning sunlight in the hay that was left in his barn by his father from a week of work.  I did not immediately believe Victor was a trustworthy fellow, but I admit his credentials for dancing in the morning were impeccable.  That said, Victor had one major flaw.  He liked to flick cats and mice with his fore finger and give them sad little welts in their skin below their pelt.  I did not like to see this happen and I asked Victor to stop making such a terrible abuse of animals.  That said, Victor could not seem to make any change in his activity.  One day, Victor even accused me of doing the exact same thing but to dogs and to monkeys.  I never even touched a monkey in my entire life.  So if you meet Victor Abbot, please tell him that he really needs to release his aggression in a more productive way.  Perhaps he can dance on the ice in the ice skating rink or perhaps he can stop dancing in the early morning sunlight if he thinks that might keep him from flicking the poor animals.  Thanks, though Victor.  Your hostility and your quickness rubbed off on me and I now can ice skate professionally as well too.  So you are not the bad guy that they all say you are.  But that said, I just don't think I can skate with you.  Best wishes.