Dave goes to the bar. He has a beer every Tuesdays and two beers on Mondays. Sometimes he takes a beer on Thursdays too but never on Friday because that’s when Lena is working. She cries a lot when she talks about her life. Granted, she gives him free drinks so he’s obliged to listen.

Dave’s work takes him deep into the forest where this old man lives. The old man lives in a run down milk farm but the cows are long gone. There’s sheep and some horses grazing on his land but they’re not his. Dave helps fix the fences that constantly break even though it’s not part of his job. Dave sometimes have to stay the night to make sure the old man doesn’t put something in his mouth and suffocate. The old man pays him fairly well for this and he was decent to Dave but they didn’t speak much anyhow. The old man kept his business to himself. The only thing that bothered Dave was how the house smelled. He much preferred the old, rundown, barn. On stormy nights the house creaked. The old man had a tendency to howl when he was asleep and Dave walked into his bedroom sometimes to make sure he wasn’t turning into a wolf, which was also one of the old man’s fears. Sometimes the old man forgot that he didn’t have any cows anymore and accused Dave of stealing the milk. A stern talking often solved the issue and the old man was usually very regretful afterwards and made his signature dish as repentance: porridge, pork and green beans. It was delicious. The old man was keen to keep Dave around because he was a good worker. Dave was only a good worker because he afforded himself a couple beers every so often, at least so he said.

In truth, he preferred the animals over the old man and he would take every opportunity that he could to pet them. Dave liked animals because they were never mean or boring, but most of all, they were quiet. Dave didn’t talk much either, if he could help it. All in all, he liked his simple little life. Maybe one day he would do more important things, something only he could do. Then he would never have to talk to anyone again, or so he dreamed.