Deep in the woods, where the sparse canopy above filtered the warm light that passed through, the sound of wood chopping filled the air.

There, amidst the sparse light, stood Mr. Tokito, his forehead glistened with sweat.   "Whew, it sure is hot today..." he said as he wiped his face with a towel.

He then sat down on the stump of one of the trees he chopped down, placing his axe down on the ground; he took out a gourd bottle, drinking the water inside as if it were his last drink on earth.

A sigh escaped from him, finally getting hydrated.

The man was a humble woodchopper. Yes, the job was tiring, but he had no choice; complaining was out of the question; he did what was necessary for his family.