It is winter and a family has been fighting from the
moment they got up. Everyone is fed up with each other
so the brother has gone off to see his friends, the
daughter has gone off to see hers, the father is in the
barn, the mother in the attic, the grandmother in her
bedroom, the uncle is in the stables.
As night falls and temperatures plummet, one by one they
grudgingly return home, driven by necessity and hunger -
but there is no wood chopped, no fire in the hearth and
nothing has been cooked to eat.
They stand looking at each other for a while, and
finally, they sigh - they exchange a few embarrassed
glances, and even fewer words, but everyone starts to
work together, and not much later, they are all in front
of a cosy fire, bellies full, and all's well with the