It was the only way to shut her up.
It looked cruel but sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
She got the message. She stopped her aimless banter, taught her brain to think before she gushed forth with words, which seemed to come in any assorted order.
We appreciated it, but I doubt she did. We’d removed her favourite pastime. She appeared listless. We watched her on Saturday mornings wandering the High Street wanting to chat to everyone but now offering little more than a polite nod as she passed by.
There was no getting away from the humiliation. The branks was designed to humiliate and it did. It taught her a lesson.
We took it off after a week and she was so crushed she swore at everyone there and retreated to her hut and wasn’t seen for several weeks.