Jason Weiser

He would care for her, and—' Longbody trailed off."

Well, I both do and don't envy you, bud.

The ant slapped Longbody on the back, which was easy because he was pretty much all back.

And then ant looked up at the ox that was fighting against the farmer in the street.

The humans couldn't understand him, of course, but all the insects could.

I'm not an ox.

My name is Old Timbertop.

I'm a human man.

Please, somebody help me, the ox screamed.

What's that guy's deal?

All the insects looked to one another.

Old Timber Top was having a bad day.

The man got his name from his business, and business was good.

After having taken one risk in his youth, when he bought up a useless patch of woods with no clear idea what to do with it, he lighted on an idea.

Lumber.

So he cut the forest down, packed it on some oxen, and sold it for a profit.

That first profit doubled and tripled in size as old Timber Top, the people called him, invested back in his business of ruthlessly cutting down every tree he could own and, since he was so rich, that was basically all of them.

He also learned that, by taking this lumber a little farther down the road, to the city, he could sell to the rich magistrates and the city dwellers.

who couldn't get lumber as easily as the people in the country.

You know, I, Jason, read an article recently about how the average sale price of a car in the U.S.