Backyard walkers

The moon was shining in the dark, cold autumn night and the stars
competed with eachother who could be clearest and twinkle most. In the
distant the wolves were howling, making the scene appear exactly like
one of those scenes that writers who want to give a dramatic view of
the night write in whatever the things writers write are called. Apart
from the wolves, the quarreling, bragging stars and the occasional
unexplainable thud that sometimes could be heard from a little house
nearby, the night was dead silent.

- "Books!", the wolf suddenly cried out. "The things writers write are
called books!". But since this was a world where the most common
oppinion was that wolves neither could speak nor knew that very much
about writing, nobody paid attention. Everybody kept doing what they
usually did at this time of night - sleeping. All except the ones
causing the occasional thud. 

It's hard to think that a house could be located at this very vast and
distant moor. But to the house it was perfectly clear that this was
not a particular distant moor at all. On the contrary it has always
thought that this was indeed a very closely located moor. At least to
the house. On the back yard of the self-centered house two men were
walking inside the walls that made out the yard. They wore old, torn
clothes and they looked very tired and sleepy as they kept walking
around and around on the backyard in an almost perfectly fine
circle. Once in a while they took turns and jumped into the brick wall
that they always kept close to their right shoulders. Their wrong
shoulders they had stopped paying attention to since long ago.

- "How 'er ya doin t'night, Freddie?", the first man said at the same
time as he wiped his nose clean on his sleeve. When he spoke fog
formed in the air of his exhalation giving you once again the
impression that it must be darn cold that night. If you hadn't
realized it by now, after two clear indications, you could basically
drop the thought of ever finding out the weather conditions this
particular night, stop thinking of it and try and pay attention to
the rest of the story instead.

- "Well thank you for asking, sir. Tonight I feel the winds have
changed for me really", the second man, who obviously felt he had to
adress the first one with sir, answered. "Tonight I love life!"

- "Well...errr...good f'r you Freddie ol'boy!", the first man
continued. "For me I've always felt that life is like a musical - you
sing and dance, fall in love, brush your teeth and then suddenly
realize you have to go now if you were ever to catch the last bus
leaving town". After exhaling that confusing statement, and while
doing so, creating large cloud of fog (for the third time - it was
bloody cold that night), the first man once again wiped his nose on
his sleeve, pulled up his pants a decimeter and then continued. "It's
yer bloody toim now Freddie. Me did it last toim".

- "Yes certainly, sir!", the second man, who for some unexplainable
reason continued calling the first man sir, said and jumped cheerfully
into the very much, for this purpose anyway, available brick wall. A
loud thud was heard in the night.

- "That was a goodie ol'boy! Me am so bloody grateful for working with
ye ol'boy. Ye're number one!"

- "Thank you sir! I'm much flattered that you say that sir!", the
second man, who the careful reader also know as Freddie, said as he
brushed some brick wall dust off his right shoulder (while he
completely, stubbornly, like a little child, ignored the wrong
shoulder) and walked up again behind the first man again and continued
walking around in a, not too far away from perfect, circle.

Then all of a sudden the door opened and out came a third man. A man
looking very fat and wealthy, wearing a white silk pyjamas. 

- "Hey guys! Look at my pyjamas!", the third man said. 

- "Great!", Freddie answered. "Such quality!"

- "Marvellous boss!", the sleeve snorting first man agreed nodding his
head furiously - a bit crazy even - while still walking the not too far
away from perfect circle. 

- "Yes I really like it. It's silk you see. Really comfy!", the third
man continued. "So, guys. How's it looking tonight?"

- "Well, just fine boss", the second man said promptly.

- "All is just fine boss", the first man agreed nodding even more
furiously this time. 

- "Well, I want you to know boys that I think you guys do a hell of a
work out here", the third man continued in his silk pyjamas while flapping
the right sleeve of it a bit looking particularly silly.

- "Well, boss", said the first man while once again wiping his nose on
his sleeve. "No need ta mention et boss. It's all in a day's work for
us backyard walkers really"

And the moon kept shining on the two men as the third man closed the
door behind himself to go back to bed. The stars looked quietly down
upon them as they walked on in the, not too far away from, perfect
circle. The wolves had since long gotten fed up with howling but it was
too late for them to get any major part in this story anyway so they
walked into the forest and lay down to sleep. Peacefully sleeping they
dreamt of hunting over green blossoming fields.