“Timber!” and with a crash the mighty oak hit the ground. There was never a tree too big or a job too tough for Woody. He enjoyed his job as a lumberjack and with good reason. The pay was good, he had always liked the outdoors and he was good at what he did. In fact, some say he was the best. His friends in the city however said he was crazy for moving away. …showed first 75 words of 1198 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1198 total…a savage would with tomahawk. He brought it down with all of his strength and it found it’s mark. The head of the ax was buried deep into the beaver’s pelt. The beaver fell and a sharp pain hit Woody. The chewed off handle of the ax had impaled Woody in the chest. He looked down at the dead beaver and knew he could die peacefully now, and with his perfect record intact.