Down near the crick sat two old men who acted more like children than those soon getting measured for a coffin.

Both were born in the same village, both the same age, both friends. Two proverbial peas in the pod.

Can’t tell you their real names cuz you don’t need to know, plus you wouldn’t give two shits about two old men. Gonna call them Walt and Frank.

Sittin by that crick the two sipped from the jug. Both made excellent shine and today the smooth corn gold liquid came from the still of Walt.

“Ah yes, this be some good,” Frank complimented Walt’s result of the recent run.

“Yup. Tweaked the heat a bit.”

The two sat by the crick sipping and watching in silence as the water critter bugs skipped and danced atop the slowly moving current.

Softly Walt spoke and said, “I was a thinking of taking my collection of S & H stamps and redeeming them fer something. Whatcha think I should a trade them for?”

Frank laughed a bit and replied, “Why in hell you want to trade your collection of S & H stamps fer? What, you must got at least twenty full books by now?”

“Nineteen. I got nineteen books clean full of them stamps. Been collecting them for years.”

Frank replied, “Well, you got me beat, I only got five and a partial. I’m gonna save mine fer a fillet knife.”

“Fillet knife? You got enough fer two.”

The two took to sippin again while in the tree behind them two squirrels were chittering bullshit about who owned the tree.