notquiteacow

"What to do?" he moaned as a shrug of resignation crept across his shoulders. It's very strange, very strange indeed how they attracted trouble, some sort of natural magnetism. It's not as if they were tempting fate.

It was easy to notice how irritable he was and even easier to see why. The weather, the irrational block-headedness of the people around him and the awesome humidity.

"Maybe they'll let us off? We just seem to attract people who seriously have nothing to do," piped another person, somewhere.

"I seriously don't think we care anymore," was the reply, from another direction.

"What do do?" he said. "What can we do?"