Gemotions

The hammering was a delightful drumbeat against the silence of the afternoon. A grin spread across Thomas’s face as he watched the fence posts being hammered in. He picked up a small, smooth stone from his pocket and began to twirl it between his fingers.

He skipped over, deliberately tripping over his own feet as he approached the site. “Whoa there!” he exclaimed, righting himself dramatically. "Almost went flying. Didn't see that fence post there."

He then proceeded to “help,” offering unsolicited advice with a straight face, while subtly rearranging the tools and occasionally “accidentally” bumping into things. The more flustered the construction workers became, the more amused he was.