Those of You who Know this Song…

…will get this:  last night, I fought the log, and the log won.  Last night, I was splitting wood and one piece was particularly reluctant to become two pieces.  I put it down to the darkness; the ax not being sharp enough; the particular species of birch; etc.  Today, we rejoined the battle, and that cylinder of wood remained unsplit for over an hour.  “Just burn it whole, you bonehead!” you say.  I considered that, but news might get back to the forest, and I would hear arboreal snickers every time I entered.  So, I finally defeated it, and now look forward to it spitting an ember out of the stove, and into my sock, this evening.

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