“Ach, the bloody stuff is coming down where it’s not wanted,” said the Terry Man.
The Terry Man woke in his cold hut, dressed, and headed to the forest to gather his bundle of sticks.
“Damn these boots, more holes than leather,” said the man as he trudged through the snow to the market.
The Terry Man had no friends and wanted none. “Laggards drink your stout and then wag their tongues. I’ve no use for that,” said the man.
After selling his load of sticks, the Terry Man bought bread, cheese, and a bit of bacon. “Fools, the lot of them, with their wine and cakes. Food is fuel and nothing more,” said the man.
Reaching his hut, the Terry Man made a fire, cooked his bacon, boiled water, and toasted his bread. “There is no need for fancies and comfort. They make you weak, and being weak kills you,” said the man.
The Terry Man has no use for candles or lamps. “When the sun is up, so am I, and when it’s down, so am I,” he said.
The Terry Man lived as he liked it, and no one could tell him otherwise. “You’re born, you suffer, and you die. It’s the way things are, so why pretend otherwise?” said the Terry Man.
Some thought him bitter, but the truth was that the Terry Man lived a long, complete life. When he died, they found him in his bed with a grin from ear to ear.
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