The butcher steps closer cautiously. Hmmmm... what a strange agglomeration lying by the roadside. What on earth happened here ?, wonders the butcher. Poisoning, a fight, a trap? The butcher looks around nervously... is he being watched? Is this an ambush? Or, most likely, witchcraft! It's important to know that the butcher, despite his robust appearance, is not on the hard boiled side, but an anxious fellow not averse to obscure worldviews. Before he can dive right into one of his demonic fantasies, his attention is caught by a strong tug on the rope in his hand. Upon hearing the word "boiled," the pig bolts. Frozen in shock, the butcher clings to the rope. He stumbles and lands on top of the hand holding the rope, as the pig dashes through the undergrowth. The pigs attempts to free itself consequently fail. It sniffs about and discovers a few mushrooms within his reach, which it munches down noisily. Just a few meters away lies Hans next to a heap of his business partners. Witchcraft? What do you think, Hans? Silence. #maenner_am_rande_des_nervenzusammenbruchs