Annabel’s face hurt.
Regret ran through every vein in her body.
All she had done was pull a face, simply stuck out a tongue at some carriage.
But the carriage stopped.
Out stepped a fabulously dressed man with a stern face.
“What did you just do?”
Annabel couldn’t answer.
He had pulled her into the carriage.
Then Annabel was in the courts.
“The punishment for the crime of pulling faces is as follows…”
They had taken her to a large grey field.
Some contraption was placed on her face, pulling it in all directions.
“The wind is about to change!”
All around her kept their faces neutral as the wind blew one way then the next.
Annabel’s face hurt.

The punishment for pulling faces, is to have one’s face pulled and wait for the wind to change so it shall stay that way.