The birds' feathers had been ruffled for a week and they were squabbling constantly; the wasps and gnats were aggressively over-defensive; and seas were arcing up while the storms were all heading inland. The earth had started to craze where the pressure was impeding; the dogs were biting and the cats were clawing; the fruit just refused to ripen; and shopping bags were tearing.
Mould was advancing, ageing bread in just a day, and children were complaining, while the grown-ups were acting like children. The milk had all soured, and a bag of crisps was packed only half full, in these troubled days.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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