The Happy Woodsman
November 14, 2007
Once upon a time there was a cricket who lived in a woodpile. It was cold in the woodpile and a creepy fungus grew there, but the cricket had seen worse. The cricket could *imagine* much worse. “At least no one is shooting at me,” he said, and went about his business.
Every day a woodsman split and stacked more wood on this wood pile. One day the extra load discharged a large wood shaving Read the rest of this entry »
