"Grüß Gott Frau Raspiller."

"Are you already on your way to Work, Karle?"

"Why no, i am just getting wood to start a fire, as you can see."

He let out a quick nervous laugh, but the face of the Hutzaweible stayed iron and serious.

"And were are you going, Frau Raspiller?".

"You should go to work now, Karle.".

Karl looked at her as if he just saw a ghost (and if he was honest to himself, he was almost looking at one).

"Excuse me?".

"You heard what I said, Karle. You should go to work now.".

He almost went and punched her.

"Beware, Hutzaweible. If your tongue stays faster than your brain, I will file a complaint at the village council.".

He came up closer to her.

"Everybody knows the rumours, du alde Harzkachel. Everybody's thinking, that you practice witchcraft. What they don't know, is that your son was involved in the socialist uprisings in Bavaria. I know that, because I took him capture. So better slow down there.".

She didn't flinch at all. She just looked at him with the same serious expression.

"I don't came to complain about your work, Karle. I don't do this for you. Now go to work."

She walked right past him up the mountain path and disappeared in the snow.

"Well, auf Wiedersehen, Frau Raspiller!".

He turned around in anger. He took his basket full of wood and stormed into the hut. Karl smacked the Basket near the oven and mumbled angrily to himself.

"What has happened?"

Frieda, Karls wife, walked slowly with little sleeping Rosa on her arm into the living room.

"Guada Morga to you too." He said angrily.

"Don't act Ohleidig, now tell."

Frieda put on her big coat and head scarf.

"S' Hutzaweible came up here and told me to go to work."

"Oh. Well, you that's a problem between you two, I'm making Breakfast."

Before he could respond something Frieda went out the door to the little cabin outside, were the family stored sausage and other things. 

Frustrated, Karl began to make a fire in the oven.