Death and the Giant

“Well, I know it’s your job, but could you at least think of me and all the work? I mean, it will be Winter soon, and my workload will go through the roof,” pleaded Death.

The giant sat thinking about what Death had said and offered a compromise, not wanting to be unreasonable.

“OK, I will only destroy every other village on Tuesdays and every third village on Fridays, but the rest of the week, I destroy it all,” said the giant.

“No, no, you’re failing to take in the fact that I must fill out all the forms in triplicate, and since Plague is off on holiday, it puts me in a bind, if you know what I mean,” continued the Grimm Reaper.

“I not see why I not do my job because you no help with yours,” grumbled the giant.

“Yes, yes, work ethic and all, but if you keep this pace up, I shall not finish before the year-end break, and you know how I love Misery’s cheese platter,” said Death.

“Mmm, yes, me too. I love the Brae on toast tips. Yummy,” replied the giant.

Then, to Death’s amazement, the giant devised a solution to the mess.

“Been thinking I can take time off destroying villages, and go tear down some mountains, and make a few fjords in Norway. I like to do that when I am anxious,”

“My dear friend, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that; why not start immediately and avoid the holiday rush? ” Death replied.

“Me thinks that good idea also. Bye-bye, dark man. See you at the party,” said the giant with a huge grin. Then he headed off to the Matterhorn, where he had heard its summit needed a trimmed.

“What an oaf. Still, he is the best bridge partner I’ve ever had,” mumbled Death as he returned, guiding the dead from the giant’s last job.