You say, "This is dedicated to Squanto."
You hack your battle axe at a tree working to cut a wedge near its base.
You sing in a tenor voice:
"Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day."
A slight gust catches the tree's branches. Splinters erupt from the weakened trunk as it breaks free and cascades to the forest floor.
You sing in a tenor voice:
"I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea."
You bash the axe against the fallen tree but are unable to cut free any wood.
You sing in a tenor voice:
"I cut down trees, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars!"
Using overhand chops of your battle axe, you work to cut up the downed tree.
You roll a freshly-cut maple branch away from the remains of the tree.
You walk around the trees many branches, but have difficulty finding a good position to chop away branches or limbs from.
You sing in a tenor voice:
"I chop down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa."
Using overhand chops of your battle axe, you work to cut up the downed tree.
You roll a freshly-cut maple stick away from the remains of the tree.
You smile and curtsy daintily.
just in case anyone was wondering, you can sing and chop, no problems
