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Those four kids played together all the time, but it was always rough deciding -what- to play. Everyone wanted to have a say. One evening, little Linda came over carrying a step stool. She stepped above it and spoke to the confused group.

"I am the owner of the sacred step stool! I am now your ruler and you will do as I say!"

The kids nodded in unison.

"Yes, yes!"
"I accept her!"
"She has a step stool and all!"

Linda, however, believed in fair treatment.

"Today is my turn, but tomorrow will be Marty's day, then Lucy's, then John's."

Everyone agreed. "Aye aye, step stool leader!"

So Linda dictated the first few games for her loyal subjects to engage on; but a whole day of limited freedom is to children what a month without internet is to most reading this, and by the hour, the kids had enough of their leader.

"I'm sick of Hide and Seek! I wanna play pirates in space!" demanded Lucy.
"Pirates? Get outta here, let's be Ballerinas!" responded Marty.
"You two don't know what true fun is" said John, the strongest in the group. "Let's do math homework in advance!"

A revolt ensued and Linda tried to restore peace. "Order! Order! I'm your step stool leader!"

"Not anymore, you're not!" the kids replied, rushing on Linda's direction to push her off the step stool. Before they managed to dethrone the tyrant, she was saved off their fury, taken by a pair of celestial hands...actually her mother's.

"So it was YOU who took this, Linda! I've been looking all over for it! I need this at home, and you use it in silly games!"

Mrs. Linda's Mom then took the step stool away. The kids, of course, were left as they began.

"Space pirates it is, you bunch of earthlubbers!"
"No! We're gonna be fearsome ballerinas, dammit!"
"I'll punch the sucker who doesn't wanna do math!"

Linda ignored them. "Aww, I was the ruler for so little..." she pouted. "But if mom needed it, it had to be urgent..."

Later that day, Mr. Linda's Dad had his newspaper's reading interrupted. His wife spoke to him, and she seemed taller than normal.

"I am the owner of the sacred step stool! I am now your ruler and you will do as I say! Take out the trash!"

The father stood up and did as told immediately, because she did have a step stool, after all.

Description
Those four kids played together all the time, but it was always rough deciding -what- to play. Everyone wanted to have a say. One evening, little Linda came over carrying a step stool. She stepped above it and spoke to the confused group.

"I am the owner of the sacred step stool! I am now your ruler and you will do as I say!"

The kids nodded in unison.

"Yes, yes!"
"I accept her!"
"She has a step stool and all!"

Linda, however, believed in fair treatment.

"Today is my turn, but tomorrow will be Marty's day, then Lucy's, then John's."

Everyone agreed. "Aye aye, step stool leader!"

So Linda dictated the first few games for her loyal subjects to engage on; but a whole day of limited freedom is to children what a month without internet is to most reading this, and by the hour, the kids had enough of their leader.

"I'm sick of Hide and Seek! I wanna play pirates in space!" demanded Lucy.
"Pirates? Get outta here, let's be Ballerinas!" responded Marty.
"You two don't know what true fun is" said John, the strongest in the group. "Let's do math homework in advance!"

A revolt ensued and Linda tried to restore peace. "Order! Order! I'm your step stool leader!"

"Not anymore, you're not!" the kids replied, rushing on Linda's direction to push her off the step stool. Before they managed to dethrone the tyrant, she was saved off their fury, taken by a pair of celestial hands...actually her mother's.

"So it was YOU who took this, Linda! I've been looking all over for it! I need this at home, and you use it in silly games!"

Mrs. Linda's Mom then took the step stool away. The kids, of course, were left as they began.

"Space pirates it is, you bunch of earthlubbers!"
"No! We're gonna be fearsome ballerinas, dammit!"
"I'll punch the sucker who doesn't wanna do math!"

Linda ignored them. "Aww, I was the ruler for so little..." she pouted. "But if mom needed it, it had to be urgent..."

Later that day, Mr. Linda's Dad had his newspaper's reading interrupted. His wife spoke to him, and she seemed taller than normal.

"I am the owner of the sacred step stool! I am now your ruler and you will do as I say! Take out the trash!"

The father stood up and did as told immediately, because she did have a step stool, after all.