Splitting Wood

First Log:
This is cool.  I’m like a goddamn mountain man.

Second Log:
This is way better than being a mountain man.  I’m like Rocky Goddamn Balboa.

Third Log:
I don’t understand why they make trees out of stuff that’s so hard.

Fourth Log:
Should I be wearing some kind of eye protection?

Fifth Log:
Ow.  Shit.  Ow.  Yes.  Yes to the eye protection.

Sixth Log:
Well.  Squinting is pretty much the same as eye protection, right?   Eye lids.  That’s what they’re for.

Seventh Log:
Why would anyone choose a battle axe as a weapon?  This seems insane.  Maybe that was why they made battle axes.  That way you would know, whoever picks that thing, watch out.

Eighth Log:
How much logs does it take for a fire?  I don’t even know.  Is it three?  Or one-hundred?  I feel like I should have at least some idea here.

Ninth Log:
When I’m done, do I just leave the axe slammed into the stump out here?  Because that’s what they do in movies.

Tenth Log:
Screw it.  I’m doing it.

Back Inside:
Shit.  Leaving the axe in the stump.  What was I thinking?  That’s how Jason always gets an axe.  Someone just leaves it in a stump somewhere.  Better put it in the shed.  I know that’s not much protection, but you never see Jason calmly enter a shed and pull an axe down from its proper place on pegboard.