Okay, so it’s not a scary face drawn on the side of a red and white grocery store bag with two holes cut in it so I could see. And I doubt that she would have went to Mr. Fuhrman’s house with Eddie Joe and watched in horror as he sat a bag of dog poop on the porch, lit it with a match, rang the old man’s  doorbell and ran like hell, leaving poor, innocent little me shell shocked, unable to move and ripe for capture .  

Princess Somebody

Hell, I doubt that she even knows about flaming dog poop.