“The human pabulum in its original form flies, swims and grows on trees.  Who would have thought it your Excellency?” said the one Official.

“To be sure,” rejoined the other Official.  “I, too, must admit that I had imagined that our breakfast rolls, came into the world just as they appear on the table.”

“From which it is to be deduced that if we want to eat a pheasant, we must catch it first, kill it, pull its feathers and roast it.  But how’s that to be done?”

“Yes, how’s that to be done?” repeated the other Official.

They turned silent and tried again to fall asleep, but their hunger scared sleep away.  Before their eyes swarmed flocks of pheasants and ducks, herds of porklings, and they were all so juicy, done so tenderly and garnished so deliciously with olives, capers and pickles.

“I believe I could devour my own boots now,” said the one Official.

“Gloves, are not bad either, especially if they have been born quite mellow,” said the other Official.

The two Officials stared at each other fixedly.  In their glances gleamed an evil-boding fire, their teeth chattered and a dull groaning issued from their breasts.  Slowly they crept upon each other and suddenly they burst into a fearful frenzy.  There was a yelling and groaning, the rags flew about, and the Official who had been teacher of handwriting bit off his colleague’s order and swallowed it.  However, the sight of blood brought them both back to their senses.

“God help us!” they cried at the same time.  “We certainly don’t mean to eat each other up.  How could we have come to such a pass as this?  What evil genius is making sport of us?”

“We must, by all means, entertain each other to pass the time away, otherwise there will be murder and death,” said the, one Official.

“You begin,” said the other.

“Can you explain why it is that the sun first rises and then sets?  Why isn’t it the reverse?”

“Aren’t you a funny, man, your Excellency?  You get up first, then you go to your office and work there, and at night you lie down to sleep.”

“But why can’t one assume the opposite, that is, that one goes to, bed, sees all sorts of dream figures, and then gets up?”

“Well, yes, certainly.  But when I was still an Official, I always thought this way:  ’Now it is; dawn, then it will be day, then will come supper, and finally will come the time to go to bed.’”

The word “supper” recalled that incident in the day’s doings, and the thought of it made both Officials melancholy, so that the conversation came to a halt.

“A doctor once told me that human beings can sustain themselves for a long time on their own juices,” the one Official began again.

“What does that mean?”

“It is quite simple.  You see, one’s own juices generate other juices, and these in their turn still other juices, and so it goes on until finally all the juices are consumed.”