What kind of day is this?!

You are for Kompot.

The mayor of village number 13 assigned you a difficult task. This task was to organize a picnic for the villagers. You simply decided to take a weekend break with the village.

You grabbed everything you needed for a picnic and headed to a clearing. You spread out a blanket, but when you were grabbing some more things, the wind blew it away, even though there wasn't one there before! You turned around, sighed in irritation, and went to get the blanket. When you returned, the picnic basket had toppled over, blowing away a lot of things again. You let out an exasperated cry.
(Compote) - What kind of day is this?!
You dropped everything and went to the Mayor, since none of the residents offered to help.
You walked in, red-faced and dripping with sweat. Your friend and neighbor, the Resident in brown, stood there.
(Compote) - Hello... Resident, have you seen the Mayor?
(Zhvk) - Hello, Kompot! Ah... Mayor? He went to the city of residents... said he'll be back in the evening.

(You just froze, sighing in irritation again.)

(Compote) - Resident, please help me with the picnic.
(zhvk) - I can't, sorry. I'm busy.
(Compote.) - OKAY.
You left, slamming the door. Soon, towards evening, you still had no luck. Problems everywhere! Then, as you sat on your knees on the blanket, arranging something, and not very successfully, you heard the Mayor's voice from behind.
(Mayor) - Kompot, haven't you finished yet?
(You turned to him silently and remained silent, continuing...)
(Mayor) - Are you silent, Kompot?! I'm already in a bad mood and with problems, and you're still not happy?! So that's how it is... You're great, of course, but you won't be sitting with us.

You stood up abruptly and turned around.
(Compote) - What do you mean?!.. You.. I suffered so much!.. Mayor, for what?!
(Mayor) - Now don't keep quiet. Go home, Kompot.
You looked at him silently..

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