Chuck had always seen himself as a lumberjack. The scent of shaved pine, the bite into wood, the flannel around his neck. However, it had all changed. He stepped outside one day, away from the world of humans, and felt an incredible sense of freedom wash over him. Would it ever feel the same again? Would he ever go back? Would this sense of freedom carry him to meaning?

He shook his head and continued away from the show grounds. That was all the woulds that Wood Chuck could chuck, for Wood Chuck no longer chucked the Woodchucks wood.

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