1 The Coming
Our hero came in. He was tired. He thought the world belonged to him.
1.1 The Meeting
Our hero met with Laurinda. She was smiling. But our hero was not amused. His whiskers were dripping wet, he was astonishingly thirsty, and the contradiction was killing him. “Give me some beer, woman!”, he ordered.
1.2 The Melting
Laurinda smiled again. “But Wenceslau, you don’t belong here.” What a stupid thing to say at that precise moment, our hero thought to himself. Only that it came out loud. At that precise moment he knew that the desired beer would not be forthcoming.
He turned to the bartender and tried to obtain a beer by the very old method of purchasing it. But being ignored was not one of Laurinda’s specialities.