Stick

This is a cedar limb that I just finished carving.  I offered it to Sheila as a walking stick when we hike at the farm.
"I don't want to become dependent on a walking stick."  she said.
"No, you have it wrong," I replied, "this is a snake knocking stick."
She looked at me, then the stick and then back at me.
"You made it way to short!" she exclaimed.