THE STRANGER and The Accountant

It was late night, and The Accountant was trying to sleep. The Accountant could not find any course to sweet dreams for there were always too many numbers on the way up there. The Accountant was sleepy, though, and thought of dreaming of flying on the back of a big, big, super-big number. So big was the number that you must be lying if you ever say you can count up to it. And The Accountant was sort of dreaming of dividing that super-big number by two. The number was so big that The Accountant thought if that big number were divided by two, The Accountant then would have two more super-big numbers, much bigger than two. Only that THAT super-super-big number was ONE single super-big number, much bigger than two super-big numbers, so big was this number The Accountant was sort of dreaming of thinking about. And on the back of THAT number was flying The Accountant when The Accountant was almost asleep — or should I say almost awake? I don't know, The Accountant was very confuse. And that was because of a noise inside of out of the house, a confuse murmur. With a jerk, The Accountant jumped off the bed on the feet and began to follow that talk of birds and a STRANGER.

Birds? STRANGER? THE ACCOUNTANT'S BIRDS! A STRANGER WAS TRYING TO STEAL THE ACCOUNTANT'S BIRDS!

So was up The Accountant now, with eyes wide open, and disappeared from the room, so fast The Accountant left.

When The Accountant opened the door of the other room — because The Accountant had a number of rooms — to see out, there was THE STRANGER. And THE STRANGER was really opening the hatches of the bird's cages — which were not actually the bird's, but The Accountant's.

THE STRANGER was just finished of freeing the birds from the last cage, saying "be free, little birds! Fly high! Highly to the sky!"

"Stop right there, you STRANGER!", said with a scream The Accountant. "What do you think you are doing, you crazy one?"

"I heard this noisy calling," said THE STRANGER, while closing the hatches of those cages which should be closed by hand and not by the hatch's coil. "I came to help. Then I saw the birds making that noise. But, look, now they just fly."

"It was none of your business. How come you break into my house like this?" And The Accountant was yelling all the time, making that much of a noise, and even said many bad things to THE STRANGER, and called THE STRANGER by many ugly names, trying to offend THE STRANGER. The Accountant almost decided to hurt THE STRANGER, but THE STRANGER said right on time "I know! I know! Don't be mad at me! I counted them for you."

The Accountant got really confused and could not say a word.

"How many birds did you have?", asked THE STRANGER.

"I don't know, thirteen, I guess," answered The Accountant, very confused.

"Thirteen! You had thirteen birds! And look: now you have many more!" And THE STRANGER was pointing to the trees. But it was too dark for The Accountant to see anything.

Then The Accountant remembered that there was a STRANGER inside of the house. Maybe The Accountant was a little sleepy yet. Neither too asleep, nor too awake. That's why they were still talking, The Accountant thought. But then The Accountant went mad at THE STRANGER again, and began to say many bad things once more.

THE STRANGER approached The Accountant, showing bare hands, with the kindest smile, and said "you don't see, do you?"

"Of course I don't see, you mad STRANGER! It's still of the night! How come you invade my house like you did? And you free my birds? How come!", answered The Accountant, yelling all the time, making much of a noise.

"Don't worry about it! You are free too. Go! Be free!", and THE STRANGER pointed to the gate of the house, which was still open for THE STRANGER opened to get in.

The Accountant looked at the open gate and saw the street beyond. There were many things going on The Accountant's head, who thought of saying something, but the thoughts were dying as they were being born, and The Accountant could not stop looking at the street. The Accountant was completely silent.

The Accountant turned to THE STRANGER. THE STRANGER was still smiling.

At that very night, they had a special dinner together, The Accountant and THE STRANGER, and they talked about numbers until the Sun was up, because The Accountant loved to talk about numbers.