And the story goes on indeed: A thunderous voice catches the attention of the animals, but not their respective owners: "Bring out your dull scissors and knives, men and wives! Cuttlery of every matter, no one sharpens it better" chants an unexpectedly old little man - apparently a traveling scissor grinder. And of course, he also stops, and naturally, he wonders what might have happened to all the people and animals. His gaze shifts to the lump of gold lying in the middle of the peculiar group. With the curiosity of an expert, he approaches the metal lump, which obviously must be a fake... or isn`t it? The scissor grinder fumbles at his belt with trembling, weak hands. He pulls out a sort of pick and intends to probe the material in terms of hardness and composition. Alright, taking the hammer with the other hand, grip it tight... place the pick... and... at that moment, something flutters behind the scissor sharpener touching his head. It's the farm boys`goose, but the scissor sharpener is startled. He slips and the pick stabs his knee. "Oh, dear!!!" he whispers and faints. And what about Hazy Hans, once the hero of our story? He's still unconsious... while the goose settles down on the lump of gold... Meanwhile, in his home village: Hansen's mother grows increasingly restless. Even though Hans sent her a message the day before, he still hasn't come home. "What the hell.." she sighs, grabs the key to her SUV, and is out to the door... #maenner_am_rand_des_nervenzusammenbruchs #mothers_and_suvs