Yesterday I went to a birthday party for a 4 year old friend and Mom and Dad had hung a piñata for other 4 year olds to beat with club. After song and cake the beating commenced - swing after swing the blue donkey felt the blow of the plastic bat and held it together. Anxious and disgruntled children eventually handed the bat to the Dads who swung hard and connected making rips in the body and knocking off legs but still nothing of value dropped from the animals head or heart. Answer: more beating. Harder, angrier - with determination. Still nothing - no toys or candy as had been repeatedly promised by the grown-ups, just wisps of newspaper and blue confetti. Exasperated Dad looks inside the piñata to see what the problem is only to discover that Mom didn't put any candy in the jack-ass.
Sorry kids, no candy. Sad little confused faces for a moment but then on to next thing, A few resentful lads pull the blue paper donkey to pieces and toss it on the ground then Dad rakes up the trash.