Jimmy

That day, Jimmy awoke to an exceptionally warm and sunny morning. He opened his large, green eyes and stretched ceremoniously. He rose from his bed. Long, white rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the boards that made up his apartment. Jimmy looked around the room. Dingy, small, cramped, but his own, he thought, and stepped out into the yard. He instinctively squinted as the sunlight assaulted them. He stretched again and headed for the stream. Returning from his quick morning toilet, Jimmy lazily glanced around the cluttered yard. He scratched behind his ear and thought that today he would go to the city. For him, from thought to action was usually a short distance, so he immediately set off towards the nearest human settlement. The fact that he lived on the far outskirts of the city made the journey quite long and therefore monotonous, but it gave Jimmy plenty of time to ponder the meaning of his journey. For now, the only reason he'd set off was a sudden craving, so he wondered what he could do there. Maybe have dinner? Dinner! He lifted his head and looked up at the cloudless sky. It was noon. He'd slept late again after last night's night of fun with the opposite sex. That's what happens when you don't have a watch, he thought. You wake up, thinking it's morning, and then it's fast approaching dinner time. Dinner. Yeah, that's a good reason to head into town. Pleased with himself, he quickened his pace a bit. After a moment, he saw the first buildings in the distance and decided to run the last few meters. He didn't slow down and stormed into town, quickly passing a tailor's shop, a bakery, and a less-than-reputable inn. He only stopped at the market square, panting heavily. "Not these years," he thought, looking around curiously. As usual, it was crowded, people shouting and running, creating a terrible chaos. Jimmy didn't like this. He decided to walk around the market square through a side street. As soon as he entered it, he collided with a huge man.

"Get lost," the man growled, and spat on the ground.

The sight of such a face before dinner can effectively curb one's appetite, and a physique that suggests a lack of gray matter replaced by muscle mass, coupled with an additional two meters of height, suggests that the limit of courage is foolishness. With this in mind, Jimmy gave the stranger a contemptuous glance and gave him a wide berth. Such a poor start to his visit to the city didn't bode well, so he decided to grab something to eat as quickly as possible and head home. However, there was a slight problem, as his ambitions dictated he look for a different place than usual to enjoy a good meal. This proved to be no easy task, and after two hours of searching, visiting every corner of the city, and finding his empty stomach crying out for vengeance, Jimmy gave up. Driven by the hunger center residing in his brain, he headed for the familiar "Bełt" tavern. He crossed the threshold and entered the large, albeit dimly lit room. As on any workday, the place was crowded, similar to the one he'd seen in the market square. The people gathered there didn't shout, as they found it more pleasant to wet their lips. Jimmy had chosen a corner table, where a well-known Bob, known as Big Bob, sat. He'd always wondered why the man was called that. He was bald, had a long, red beard, brown eyes, and was five feet tall in a hat. He'd probably never know the reasoning of the locals.

"Jimmy!" Bob shouted cheerfully, greeting his old friend.

He sat down next to his friend and looked him over carefully. Yes, old Bob was already quite a man.

"Where have you been, old buddy," Big Bob continued. "Hungry?"

Jimmy nodded, confirming his companion's suspicions.

"Bartender," Bob shouted, "two more pints and something to eat for my friend."

The bartender gave a wry look at the man who ordered and his companion, but customers are kings, so he didn't say a word and quickly served the guests.

"You'll be feasting on my dime again, you scoundrel, but what the hell," the redbeard said, laughing lewdly as he slapped Jimmy on the back so hard he almost gave up. Frankly, Bob looked and acted like a pig. He didn't particularly like him, but only Bob was stupid enough to buy anyone "food," especially someone like him. Big Bob placed a mug of beer in front of him, which immediately put his thoughts to rest. After the fourth sip, Jimmy decided he might actually like him. Things got better and better. After the meal and the second mug, he declared he loved him and wouldn't leave him until he died. It was getting dark, and it was time to go home. Bob slept like a baby, his head resting on the table. Jimmy jumped acrobatically from the bench and ran for the exit. As he ran, he saw two doors ahead. He chose the one on the right. He chose wrong. He slammed his head into the wall with a loud bang. He spun around and stumbled out the door onto the street. He was a little tipsy, maybe even more so than he realized. I'm going to have a nasty bump, he thought, and decided to head home. The drive took him longer than usual, but he probably explored every ditch along the road. Reaching his yard, he wanted to go to the stream to freshen up. He changed his mind when he remembered that he'd nearly drowned recently in this state. So he decided to go to bed as quickly as possible. Since beer is a diuretic, he decided to satisfy his physiological needs before bed. He approached the gate, which was also the entrance to the yard. He raised his leg and carefully marked his territory. Then he ceremoniously threw sand at the gate with his hind legs and went to sleep. He was a dog. So what?