Hellrebel

 Mabel stood over the tiny stovetop and angrily stirred the greasy gray slop that was tonight's dinner. Several dolls that belonged to her seven kids were scattered carelessly around the kitchen floor. All seven of her children ran around wildly in the living room and quarreled bitterly over the television remote like a pride of lions fighting over a hunk of meat.  Mabel looked down at the limp, lifeless playthings and stomped on them violently. "CAN YOU BRATS SHUT UP ALREADY?! PICK UP THESE TOYS BEFORE I STOMP ON YOUR HEADS!" she bellowed angrily as she shook the ground with each crushing stomp. All seven kids immediately jolted from the liv