Burying the button, she thought to herself, what a poor trade it was for the home that was felled with the tree. But at least the lumberjack would know the cold, too.
Burying the button, she thought to herself, what a poor trade it was for the home that was felled with the tree. But at least the lumberjack would know the cold, too.
"Oh, there's my button", said a large, bearded lumberjack, his cream-colored long johns peeking out of his red flannel shirt where the button had popped off.
"Oh, there's my button", said a large, bearded lumberjack, his cream-colored long johns peeking out of his red flannel shirt where the button had popped off.