Gemotions

"Well, well, well," Arthur murmured, watching from his second-story window. His neighbor, desperate for privacy, was finally getting his fence installed. Arthur had known the whole time that it wouldn't work. The soil on that side of the property was simply unsuitable for the type of fence he had chosen.

Arthur had tried, in his own gentle way, to warn him. He'd even offered a few friendly suggestions. But his neighbor, stubborn as a mule, had pressed on regardless.

Arthur chuckled quietly to himself. He heard the snap of a broken post. He sipped his scotch, feeling utterly at peace with the world.