“You tell him,” Schwarz said.
“Oh no,” Ruber laughed nervously. “You tell him. You did it. So you tell him what you’ve done, eh?”
“Hehe. I don’t wanna. ‘Cause he could get pretty mean–tell you what!”
Ruber didn’t answer; he stared past Schwarz towards the remains of Daddy Salami’s Hut.
He shook his head. “I still can’t believe you burnt the hut to the ground. I mean, how did you do that?”
“I told you. I wanted to make lunch for Salami, and the stove is so weird. Oh yeah!”
Ruber laughed, enjoying Schwarz’s predicament. “What an excuse! Dad is going to be really angry, and you’re going to catch it!”
Schwarz’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “Na. I think he’ll understand, and be very sweet about it, tell you what.”
Ruber let out a huff. “Then you don’t know me dad. You’re going to fetch it, just like the time I fetched it for not cutting the grass with the stupid tweezers he gave me!”
Then, a singing voice was heard:
“La, la, la, ladada.”
Ruber crossed his arms. “And here he comes.”
“Oh no!” Schwarz suddenly looked nervous. “Is he going to be mad?”
“Yep. You’re going to fetch it.”
As Daddy Salami drew nearer, Schwarz’s apprehension began to grow steadily, until he shouted, “No, no!”
Which did nothing.
Daddy Salami waltzed up the path and stopped–abruptly.
“Where’s me hut?” he asked.
“I think Schwarz has something to tell you,” Ruber said smugly.
Salami turned towards Schwarz, his mouth hanging open in anger. “Vhat?”
Schwarz thought for a moment–only a moment, mind you–then he said, “Your hut got burned to the ground, baby.”
Salami turned on Ruber. “Ya, cur! How did ya burn down me hut, huh? I’m goin’ rip your liver out!”
“Wait a minute,” Ruber said, raising his hands. “I’ve got nothin’ to do with it. Schwarz burnt it down, not me.”
Salami laughed. “We all know that Daddy Salami can’t beat strangers like he beats his son! Anyway, ya was here, ya is going to answer for it!”
“Your eyes are blazing green which is very strange,” Schwarz noticed.
“I can’t believe this!” Ruber exclaimed. “It’s not even me fault, and I’m getting blamed for it!”
Salami laughed. “Ya better run to give yourself a sportin’ chance.”
Salami sprung at Ruber, but Ruber was quicker. He took a fairly large stick, and struck Salami on the head.
Salami hit the ground unconscious.
“My recommendation,” Ruber said, “don’t be here when he awakens.”
And Ruber set off.
Schwarz, however, began to dig a grave. “Might as well burry him.”