Tina raced from room to room, laughing as she pushed books onto the floor and shoved chairs, knocking them askew. She sped into the kitchen and dumped the utensils on the tile floor. She gleefully flung open the refrigerator and dumped the milk onto the floor and swept the remainder across the floor, making her own special goulash. Tina retreated from her frantic pace and made a slow circuit throughout the house examining her artwork. Satisfied, she went to Lisa’s room and sat on the bed and waited for everyone to get home. She’d teach the organics to ignore her.