"shoulder, so lightly that he hardly noticed, was a small creature exactly the color of his shirt. "Allow me to introduce all of us," the creature went on. "We are the Lethargarians, at your service." Milo looked around and, for the first time, noticed dozens of them--sitting on the car, standing in the road, and lying all over the trees and bushes. They were very difficult to see, because whatever they happened to be sitting on or near was exactly the color they happened to be. Each one looked very much like the other (except for the color, of course) and some looked even more like each other than they did like themselves. "I'm very pleased to meet you," said Milo, not sure whether or not he was pleased at all. "I think I'm lost. Can you help me please?" "Don't say 'think,' " said one sitting on his shoe, for the one on his shoulder had fallen asleep. "It's against the law." And he yawned and fell off to sleep, too. "No one's allowed to think in the Doldrums," continued a third, beginning to doze off. And as each one spoke, he fell off to sleep and another picked up the conversation with hardly any interruption. "Don't you have a rule book? It's local ordinance 175389-J."