A Frustrating Day for an Aspiring Lumberjack

By Odin's beard, what a day! I set out to gather some lumber, but my axe arm was cursed. Couldn't even find the right forest half the time—wandered around Britain like a lost pup. Every swing at a tree was a failure. Just one after another!

But hey, I did find a nice little clearing on one of my misadventures. So not a total loss. Just means I'll have to try again tomorrow. My arms are sore, but my spirit is strong!

-Bjorn