It was raining, it was windy- no one knew what to think, as the weather man with the annoying twitch had predicted otherwise.

Arthur switched his television set off and put his feet up on his coffee table. He wondered why his head was suddenly full of purple camels stepping over each and every puddle they came across in a very delicate yet careless manner. While the delicate part was obvious, he didn't know how and why they were doing it carelessly.

Arthur took his feet off his coffee table and stood up from the floor as it was getting too cold. He wondered why he hadn't thought of buying a bright fluffy carpet. Surely he could afford one, if not two of them?

Arthur took a step forward, then changed his mind after deciding that he really must change his clothes if he was ever going to change his habits.

He eventually went back to his old ways.