He was just taking a turn around the garden.
There was always so much to do, he reflected. As he moved around he didn’t notice his recently potted Angelonia was beginning to wilt through lack of water. He stood admiring a Bougainvillea blossom when a giant thorn pierced his arm. He walked off rubbing it. Next, he was just passing when a spindly branch from a Hydrangea bush whipped him round the side of the neck. He was getting annoyed. Then, just moments later, a branch with a great cluster of gumnuts came down, hitting him on the head. The shock of it caused him to stumble and fall. He lay there for a moment while a flash of his wilting Angelonia came to him. He sat up slowly.
“OK!” he said, loudly. “I’ll water the Angelonia, OK? I will.”
“No doubt about these buggers,” he grumbled under his breath, as he went for the watering can. “Word soon gets around in Mother Nature!”