The rider greedily takes several sips from the bottle handed to him by the farmer. And then it happens: He chokes, coughs, turns blue, convulses one last time, and collapses next to Hazy Hans. Indecisively, the farmer stands in this landscape of helplessness. However, looking at the lump of gold sparks new motivation. Zenzi, his faithful cow, is used to serving as a draft animal. Luckily, she is harnessed and bound to a small wooden cart. The farmer just needs to lift the lump onto the loading platform. He squats down and rand grips the lump. He's a carefree fellow, consequently no strong feelings about a golden or problematic future. The farmer gasps and lets go of the lump. Maybe he shouldn't have had those two pints of beer at this roadside tavern... well... he gets back into position and heaves the lump up. His eyes bulge from their sockets, his face turns beet red, and his neck vein throbs dangerously. Uffff... with this sound, the farmer's strength wanes, and the lump falls to the ground with considerable force. The farmer has a stroke. Foaming from the mouth, the farmer comes a fall next to Hazy Hans. That's how things can go. Silence. Then two figures appear behind the next bend in the road. They have been drawn by the shockwave of the falling farmer. If Hans was conscious, he would have identified them as a butcher with a pig, both pproaching the situation with curiousity. But no, Hans still lies flat on the ground, eyes closed, next to him his companions in fate. #maenner_am_rande_des_nervenzusammenbruchs