the tribe

the natives are getting restless. after extended periods of Forced dormancy they have emerged from their caves with the manic chant of "we're bored" They ignore and scoff at the ancient rituals that auger relief  and claim that the weather forecasting rodent should be roasted  served in a white wine sauce. We are prevented from distracting them with redundant task under the guise of _homework_ and are forced to turn to more extreme measures. That's right unlimited internet time, snack food, and hot coco. For now the the tribe of Teenager is appeased. The Parents are saved. Now as long as the power holds.