[Authors' note: Welcome to my Don't Starve story, focused mainly on Woodie and Luxy the Axe, may contain scenes featuring blood and death, reader desecration is advised]
Life as a lumberjack was easy, simple, and for Woodie it always was. In the Great White North, deep in the woods was were our lumberjack Woodie lived. Every morning he would get up and leave his log cabin, ax in his pack, and head down into his usual camp in the woods with the other fellow lumberjacks, except this time, with a special guest.
"Oy, it's Woodie! How's the ol' dog now eh?" Cried a newer lumberjack. Now Woodie was a hard, tough man, his face and head covered in the thick red hair and beard with thick eyebrows to match, a stern face greeting the world at every moment, and his trusty plaid, suspenders, paired with his white gloves and white boots he wore everyday. Now he's a true lumberjack, and he knew a lumberjack's work came first before anything else, as his father told him and as his father's father told him. Of course there were exceptions, "Old Woodie's doing just fine, Johnathan," said a small, high voice from below, the other lumberjacks- drinking coffee and chatting with one another- soon looked to see who hosted such a voice, too high-pitched for any regular or for anyone new, except- "Lucy!" They cried happily as they rushed toward the three.
Lucy, a short, red-headed girl with thick short hair just like her father. She is adopted, however, found in the woods one day as Woodie walked far from the camp. Thought he'd raise her up as he once was, in the wilds, she followed him as a moose calf followed their mother, wanting to be a lumberjack like him, and so occasionally she would come to his work and watch.
"Oh it's such good to see you, Lucy! Look how've you grown, I wager you were just as small as a wee pup last time we saw you, and now look at you!" The lumberjacks gathered around her and patted her back, ruffelled her hair, friendly teasing it all was, and Woodie leaned back on the pile of lumber and grinned.
Soon, however, our lumberjack called his Lucy back with his deep voice and she waved goodbye as they both entered the wilds.
"Thick an' old trees, right, Woodie? Thick an' old trees..." Her voice trailed off as she took notice of her surroundings' details, the tree's' bark, the crisp air, the bird song. "Nice day for a walk!" She said, attempting to get Woodie to cut down some trees, such was her way. They kept walking, finally Woodie spotted a great tree, old yet strong, he let down his pack and grabbed his ax.
"Stay behind me, Lucy, watch." Quick and swiftly he moved his ax to the tree, it's hit echoing around them, "This is AWESOME!" cried Lucy as the tree came down, "Again! Let's chop another!" Woodie moved again to another tree and chopped it down quicker than the last, "Too easy!", "Yeah!", "We did it!" she would call out with every fallen tree. Woodie, not even breaking a sweat from all the work, continued chopping, he couldn't stop, he was a machine.
"Woodie? Can you hear me?" Lucy's voice began to grow higher- almost to a shrill- as she did when she became worried, "Careful, you're getting yourself worked up!" Yet he still chopped, and chopped, and chopped, deaf to all except the clopping of the ax as it hits the tree. She grabbed onto him, trying to stay his hands, but he pushed her away, his breath growing heavier and his movements stronger.
Tears started to form and trail down Lucy's reddening cheeks, then, she jumped in front of him, her arms sprayed out as she screeched, "No! Don't chop any more!" she closed her eyes as the ax drew ever closer to her, until it stopped only an inch from her nose. Woodie's breath slowed back to normal and he dropped the ax, Lucy hugged him tightly while he stood idly. Slowly, after a few short moments that felt like hours, he hugged her back, "Learned something, eh?" he said, laughing a little, Lucy began to giggle through her tears.
"I think I learned enough for today, Woodie." The two then dragged back what they could carry to camp, and sent the rest of the other free-handed lumberjacks to get the rest, and they spent the day talking and laughing with one another before they said farewell to the others and went back home to their log cabin in the woods. Simple, easy life as a lumberjack.