Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall

An irrate bee having one hell of a row with a windowpane. The bee continually raising its voice screams...now shouts curses with all its might. The windowpane says absolutely nothing remains calm.. .inscrutable. The bee is a tightly packed explosive argument (a fuzzy bumbling logic) . The windowpane (you can almost see it thinking) 'Tree...green grass...blue sky... ...the joy of sunlight! ' It's as if it isn't even listening to what the bee is saying. Suddenly the bee keels over like he's had a heartattack. The window doesn't bat an eyelid continues thinking: 'Tree...green grass...blue sky... ...the joy of sunlight! ' And just now... '...a little wisp of cloud! '