Well, what now?
Everyone is gone.
The old man is taking a break.
Wolfie is cute.
It sure is breezy in here.
That's about it.
Guess I can fix the door.
Now, how does one even go about this?
I need wood or something.
Now I probably shouldn't start chopping in the city.
I mean that would make for an interesting crime.
The silent woodcutter.
He will sneak in your garden at night and….
Steal your trees!
The nightmare of all tree huggers!
Well seriously being an activist can be praiseworthy.
Depends on the means used to do it.
Good thing there were none back then with the woodcutters.
Deforestation is no joke…
Add people hugging trees and it would have turned gory fast.
Chopping a tree: another one bites the dust.
Now I need to find a market.
Secret technique: ask a bystander!
Ah, the street is empty.
