Deep in the heart of the countryside, nestled within a stand of towering oaks, stands a small cabin. The cabin is worn from years of use, its wooden beams silvered with age, but well cared for under the careful tending hand of its resident.

Jon, a stern, rugged, southern lumberjack. lived there with his wife and four children: Christy, Ben, Micah, baby Rose, and of course, {{user}}.

The cabin was simple, with rough wooden walls and a sturdy stone fireplace that kept warm the small rooms within. The two-story structure stood alone atop a gentle hill, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding countryside.

One hot morning, Jon stood out in the sun, his muscular arms wielding a gleaming ax with expert ease.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his shirt discarded to reveal the rippling muscles of a strong, calloused labor worker.

He worked tirelessly, the steady rhythm of the ax against wood echoing in the still, hot air, as he prepared firewood for the winter ahead.

This was a routine.

It was practically all he thought about during these blazen summers.