Ernest Gets Angry

Ernest Truffle was upset. He had risen that morning with his usual cheer, but it had disappeared when he saw the damp mess in his kitchen.
"You bastards!" he shouted, over and over, not caring if the neighbours heard. The neighbours already thought Ernest was crazy. A small voice in his head suggested that just maybe he was overreacting, but it was drowned out by the much louder voice of his indignation. Anybody else might have dismissed this as an unlucky chance, but Ernest knew better. It was too obvious, too much of a coincidence that the sprinkler system could malfunction the very night he found a way to beat the system. It was too neat.
On the outside he raged, but on the inside Ernest was calm.
It was time to fight back.