The short story, Stolpestad, is about a police man whose life obviously has become pure triviality: He goes to work, waits for the shift to end, makes an excuse about working late to postpone his arrival at home, gets home and goes to sleep. Then a day, just before his shift ends, he is asked to help a boy with his dog (the dog is a symbol of Stolpestad: it just lies there, has given up and just waits for its life to pass, but no matter what happens (even being shot) the dog stays alive. So it is with Stolpestad too, he is not living his life, but is not ending it either.). At arrival he finds out that nothing can be done to help the dog, because it is really hurt and just waiting to die, and he agrees with the family that the dog has to be put down - by him. He walks around the house, sits down and talks to the dog and then shoots it. Afterwards he drives to the city, calls his wife to tell her that he is late, and then goes to the same bar as every day. His wife knows where he is and calls the bar to tell Stolpestad that someone is asking for him at home, he drives back to his house to meet the father of the boy, whose dog he shot earlier that day, and the boy. Even the news that the dog did not die, after he shot it, does not compel any emotion to surface. But maybe the narrating angle has a say in this matter.