Early this morning, deep in the velvet woods of Meesylvania, two most extraordinary fellows set out on a noble mission.
They were, Jacque du Fox, the dashing woodsfox of legendary skill and axe-whirling grace. His hat was tilted just so, his whiskers bristled with purpose, and his boots made of bark-leather squeaked bravely through the underbrush.
By his side bounded the ever-curious, ever-contrapting Professor Buckmeister, a beaver of immense brain and even more immense teeth—polished to a gleam and sharp enough to split tree trunks which were always dusted with sawdust.
Together, they formed the Woodland’s most whimsical work crew—The Timber Troupers!
“To the Great Oak Grove!” cried Jacque, swinging his axe with a pirouette that would make a ballet squirrel weep.
“Precisely! Thermal output and stacking symmetry must be optimized!” declared Professor Buckmeister, already drawing blueprints for a triple-decker log pile from years of practice.
They worked diligently and most well together and in practically no time had a healthy stack prepared for the long winter ahead.
Meesylvania will be cozy again this winter.