Thursday, January 10, 2008

I'm A Lumberjack

They were log people, fiercely chopping trees as fast as their arms could swing. One mighty heave of William's axe could topple the mighty poplar, the gentle willow, and the knotty pine. Three chops made headway into the fearsome redwood. Oh, how they loved felling those natural giants.
One day, a tree fell in the woods, and Ellen was there to hear it.
It was the last thing she ever heard.

1 comment:

Lois said...

But did she make a sound? That's what I want to know.