Life in Weirdlandia was proceeding normally, or as normally as could be expected for a place named Weirdlandia. The lovely lady had settled in the usual routine and was trying to make it until june, without losing life or limb. However, normalcy and routine could be considered a misnomer in Weirdlandia, because things were far from normal or routine. It seemed everybody was on pins and needles, agitated, irritated, stressed out, angry, and ready to go off at any second, and those were the adults in the place. The little people had started going off like rockets since September, so their behavior was nothing new. However, now the grown ups had been noticing that the little ones were a little off their rocker, maybe it was the constant fighting that was going on in all the classrooms, the constant fighting that was going on before school, after school and at lunch, the constant fighting that was going on in the office, and the absolutely ear bending, blood curling, hair raising way these little ones were talking to everybody else, including all adults, with and without a badge.
In the midst of all this