The Jar

>Fluffy just pony is shitting on the carpet
>You've been potty training it for weeks
>It should know better by now
>You're down to desperate measures.
>Time to bring out the negative reinforcement.
>You rush over and grab a large mason jar from the shelf
>You've already poked holes in the lid for air
>Have to do this quick so it associates the punishment with the deed
>Grab fluffy pony mid-shit and stuff it in feet first
>Shit gets on to more of the carpet, but there's no time to worry about that now.
>The fluffy pony nearly doesn't fit in the jar, but you jam it down in there anyway.
>It fills the entire jar, it's limbs stuck in an incredibly uncomfortable position. One of it's front legs is probably dislocated.
>It can't move at all, and it's crying for you to stop
>In a neutral tone of voice, you tell it that bad ponies who shit on the carpet go in the jar. Good ponies who don't get hugs and spaghetti.
>And fluffy pony has just been a very bad pony.
>place the perforated inner lid on the jar, forcing it's face down further into the jar, then screw on the outer lid
>Place the jar under the kitchen cabinet. The dark scares fluffy pony even more. It's crying, but its voice is muffled by the jar and the cabinet.
>Come back the following day
>Pony is in a jar full of it's own shit and urine, completely unable to move
>unscrew the lid
>Give the fluffy pony some water from a hamster bottle.
>Ask fluffy pony if it knows why it's in the jar
>Wrong answer
>Tell it again
>Back under the cabinet it goes.
>Day 3
>Put on latex gloves
>Open foul smelling jar of shit and pony
>Ask it again
>Fluffy pony gets it right this time
>Congratulate the poor thing, and pet it behind the ear
>Pull fluffy pony out of the jar
>It's whole backside is covered in it's own filth, which is deeply matted into its fur
>Take fluffy pony over to the sink to wash it off
>fluffy pony drowns
>well fuck.