Short Fiction #26 The Woodcutter

The Woodcutter
The sound of chopping reached Samuel’s ears. He ventured further into the forest. Soon he found the source of the noise.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Chopping down this tree, my good man,” replied his old friend Alexander.
“Pray tell; why are you doing that?”
“This tree is needed for a lofty purpose,” explained Alexander.
“And what wouldst that noble purpose be?”
“Its reason for standing here two hundred years or more is for just this moment. Please observe. Is not winter coming? This old dead tree will keep my family cosy this winter. Meanwhile, it keepeth me both strong and warm.”

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