Dumberjacks: A Narrative Fiction

It was long after the lumberjacks, and lumberjills had gone to rest. The time was around midnight, when I awoke my fellow wood chopper and started my premeditated journey. My coworker, George, had caused me a great deal of wrong doings, far worse than I wish to explain. It was time for him to be punished.

I carefully creeped into George’s cabin, “George, George wake up pal.”

“Martty? Do you know what time it is? What could possibly be so important? I'm trying to sleep here!”.

“Oh that’s just it”, I started!, “It's more important than your small brain could ever understand". I knew that such a jerk would always take offence to this. He grabbed my colour as if he was going to punch my lights out.

“Who you callin, small brained?”, George snapped. “You know I oughta kill

Someone could even argue, that the dense leaves and pine needles had never been touched by another human before.

“How much farther?”, George asked.

“Quite aways I suppose, but maybe we should just go back and let you get some rest. I wouldn't want the boss questioning why you are so sleepy tomorrow morning, Would you?”, I asked.

“Not at all, i'm fine!”, he insisted.

Then we stumbled upon a crystal clear lake. I pulled two beer cans from my bag and said, ”Come on George, lets share a drink, two tough men like us deserve this”.

“Well, you know me well enough to know that I would never refuse a free drink. To the forest.”, he toasted.

“To you and your long life of lumberjacking!”, I celebrated. “The tree is just over that hill”, I pointed.

We climbed and climbed the steep hill in the darkness until the old oak was right in front of us.

“Holy cow!” , George yelped, “I thought you were pulling my leg there Martty, that thing is like a grizzly bear!”

I suppose you could compare it to that, although I never had. “Haha, it does look like a grizzly bear. But, you would never want to fall asleep when hunting bears they might sneak up behind you and eat