As the boys lined up at the hot dog tráiler for their Monday morning lunch they were stamping their feet. Because it was as cold as Patagonia. By and long, all the boys wore duffer coats and scarfs to keep out the wind. Even though they had been working all morning in the forest they still shivered. When they worked they had to heave heavy stuff and chop down tree's but they still didn't sweat because the weather was so icy. There was a real chill in the air.
The first guy to be given his hot dog by the fat hot dog seller was Jim Lemmingtun, a heaftly fella with a problem with guns. He had shot his las wife in the face because she had been borrowing his car at night without his saying it was okay and then been driving it around town looking for other men but she didn't find any but he still shot her out of principle. Because she was trying to be a cheat. Jim smelled his hot dog and was glad to find it was hot. 'At least somethings around here arn't icy' he barked at the others. They all jeered in agreement until the hot dog seller who was a monster of a man because he was so fat barked at them to hush because he'd just made the next hot dog and it was time for him to give it the next guy, who was 'Jim Lemmingtun', a squat man.
The day was nearing it's end and the weather began to cool a little. The lumberjacks stamped their feet as they walked to the car park to get their cars. They couldn't wait to get back to their wifes and have their dinner by the fire in the kitchen and the living room. Except Sam Finch, a skinny man with a bad taste for women. He hated women so much he didn't have a wife to come home to for dinner, he would have to make his own because he shot his last wife in the face with a semi automatic shot gun because she used to moan too much all the time. The cars sped off and as usual most of the lumberjacks had a race with eachother through the windy woodland roads of the forest to see who had the fastest was dangerous especially when it was so icy on the floor at night. Nearly half of the lumberjacks would break their necks in time for new years eve, the stats were that bad with these loonys. This time no one got hurt.
It was no surprise to Sam when he got home to find his wife doing the ironing because she used to do that all of the time at the same sort of time when he got home from the woods where he worked. When he came in she carried on ironing but got up to kiss him on the cheek before going back to the growling task that she loathed so much. Then she got down from the ironing to put on the cooker some carrots and vegetables for a stew. Sam was terribly stressed after work because they hadn't cut as money trees as the boss had said and so there was the chance he would get fired. Either Sam Finch or Jim Lemmingtun were going to get fired had said the boss because they were ones with the warnings. Jim had a warning because he back chatted to the boss and Sam had a warning because he'd been late for work a lot of times because he hated driving fast when the ground was as icy. Tomorrow they would be told who it was and then it would be a really challenge to find a new job in this town thought Sam. His house would have to be sold and he would have to take back the children from border school.
The next all the boys waited to be told who was getting fired. ALthought it didn't concern most of the boys they waited anyway for the fun of it. It was hot gossip at the lumber mill. The boss heaved his way onto the stage and nearly bang the microphone over! And then barked into it 'I can deliver the news now. It will be ...'
To be Continued.