My mother, Ruth, and her brother, Harl, when they were small, started arguing with one another. This continued for quite a while. Finally, my grandfather, Onze, had had enough of the fussing. He went to the nearest bush and prepared two switches. Then he handed one switch to each child. They were told they had to punish each other. Needless to say, the argument ceased to be and no one was harmed that day!