"The big bad wolf!" a goat shouted. "Is meditating!"
"So? Isn't that a good thing? questioned the bear.
"Noooo!" the goat bleated. "It's become aware wolf!"
But I've been too scared to go
"That's slander, man."
They were following their counsellor’s orders to have meaningful dye-a-log.
Because they're all still alive!!
That they’re in to carpentry!
The tree says, "Wait! I'm a talking tree!"
The man replies, "You're going to dialogue."
It's been logged out.
....but a whole box to start a camp fire.
Because nature abhors a vacuum
Do you think it's stumped?
That's unheard of!
I guess he was hitting the wrong sloths
Dad: “Well I’m no legal expert, but I suspect there’d be some trees in there.”
The lumberjack smiles. "And you will dialogue."
He said, "Look at my hair. It used to be so magnificent, but it's completely gone now. My hair can't be saved. But look outside at the forest. It's such a lovely forest with so many trees, but sooner or later they'll all be cut down and this forest will look as bald as my hair."
"What I want you to do..." the man continued. "Is, every time a tree is cut down or dies, plant a new one in my memory. Tell your descendants to do the same. It shall be our family's duty to keep this forest strong."
So they did.
Each time the forest lost a tree, the children replanted one, and so did their children, and their children after them.
And for centuries, the forest remained as lush and pretty as it once was, all because of one man and his re-seeding heirline.
Because it was unbearable to live there anymore...
because if they did the tents would be in a across fire
... and stumbled across a naked woman. She started flirting with me, so I asked her if she was game.
She replied yes, so I shot her.
Because it will dialogue.
Apparently I'm the only one that could've prevented them
The lumberjack grinned and said: “And you will dialogue.”
The lumberjack looked up at the tree and paused saying "well, you may be a talking tree, but I'll see that you die a log!"
He went into the woods during a deep fog and saw a figure, so he shot...
Because the floor is too sticky.
After a few days of doing this, he realizes he is simply not fit for this type of job. On his final day of trying to chop down trees, he notices an old scrawny man chopping down trees as if he was a woodpecker, the amount of hits he made grew more and more each swing. The first swing was one hit, the next, ten hits, the next one, a hundred hits, and the next one after that, a thousand. He kept swinging until the tree he was swinging at was chopped down. Amazed, the young man walks over to the old man and asks, "Sir, what is your secret, how do you chop them down so quickly?"
The old man turns and says, "It's all about the rhythm." Puzzled by the old man's answer, the young man returned home pondering what he said.
The next morning, he was motivated to keep trying to be a lumberjack. "If an old scrawny man can do it, so can I!" he thought.
So he went back to the forest, and tried to use his advice. Trying to time each swing, he realizes this simply doesn't work. Later in the day, he sees the old man again, comes up to him, and asks, "I tried to time my swings, but it does no more than just chopping normally. How do you do it?"
"You can't just make up any old rhythm and follow it, you have to find a very specific one," he says, "you have to find the Logger-rhythm."
He used the toilet-trees.
when he started swinging, the tree shouted, 'wait, wait! i'm a talking tree!' the lumberjack smiled and told him, 'and you will dialogue.'
The lumberjack responded, “And you will dialogue.”
“You can't cut me down,” the tree complains. “I’m a talking tree!”
The man responds, “You may be a talking tree, but you will dialogue.”
A lumberjack went into a magic forest to cut a tree
When he got there, he started to swing at a tree when it suddenly shouted, “Wait! I’m a talking tree!”
The lumberjack laughed and said, “And you will dialogue.”
1forest1 (kill me)
The lumberjack grinned, “And you will dialogue!"