A bundle of clamouring voices, tiny as their owners with their colourful skins.
"But smells like food!"
"Is not food. You think everything food."
"Could be food. Has worms in it maybe?"
"No worms. Funguses though. Maybe tasty funguses."
"You try! Find out if good."
"Don't like funguses. YOU try!"
Stepping into the shed, I reached in through the squabbling crowd and picked up the sack from amongst them. "Can you all please leave the compost alone?"