Wood
Wood“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. They said there
are so many opportunities in the city, but Woody never wanted
opportunities, he just wanted to be a lumberjack.
So far this job was running smoothly. They were on schedule
and there was an abundance of trees in British Columbia to keep
them busy for the next while. It seemed so simple at first. Woody
and his crew would cut down the trees and they would be shipped
to a nearby river where they would be floated downstream to the
new lumber mill. At least this was what was supposed to happen.
After the first couple loads, there came reports that the logs
weren’t reaching their destination. Some of the men started talking
about how they were logging on uncharted territory and this was
a bad omen. Woody just laughed and said, “Uncharted territory or
not, we have a job to do and I’m not going to let some little thing
like this ruin my reputation. I’ll go see what the problem is.” And
so Woody packed a bag with supplies and sailed off down the river
to find the missing logs. It wasn’t long before the lush green
landscape of trees he saw around him became a bare region of
stumps and small brush. It was almost as if another logging crew
had been here before him. He was amazed at the number of trees
that had been cut down. It would have taken his entire crew at least
a week and yet all of the stumps looked freshly cut. Woody had to
find out what was happening. A bit further down the river he found
his answer. There in front of him were all of the missing logs.
They had became jammed at the base of the biggest beaver dam he
had ever seen. He gazed up at it in awe of it’s shear size. The river
itself was quite wide and this dam covered it from shore to shore.
Judging by the enormous shadow, which loomed over him, Woody
estimated the dam to be at least thirty feet high. This was not a
normal beaver dam. Just then it hit him...
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