Heion walked through the village, observing his new home town. As he walked through, staff on his back he observed the children running and smiling, the adults talking about useless information. The people here seemed so ignorantly happy. Heion had no clue why these people smiled so much, and then something caught his eye. A 14 year old boy, just threw a wrapper on the ground and started to walk away.
Appearing in front of the boy Heion looked down with his emotionless eyes and stopped the boy. "Excuse me, but I think you should pick that up. Littering is not the right thing to do, pick it up or deal with the consequences."
"You can't do anything to me, your not my father." The boy smiled and started to walk around Heion. Just then, Heion grabbed the boys collar, lifted him up and put him on the ground in front of the trash.
"You can serve your punishment here, the way I see fit. Then I will let you go, or I can make your life miserable from here on out, and make sure you never sleep a peaceful night again."
The boy grunted and looked up at Heion, "What do you want?"
"You will give me 50 push ups, each one picking the wrapper up with your mouth on the way down, and dropping it on your way up, miss once, and I will start the count over again." Heion leaned against the wall, and waited patiently as the boy started.