paul took his axe and went out into the woods to chop trees or rather he went into the trees to chop wood he was not sure either way it helped him think last time he'd gone out he'd had an idea for a shoe-insert company he could start called paul's bunyons he chuckled to himself as he shouldered his axe and went into the forest deep into the woods he admired the organization of the trees they grow wherever they fall he said but still none is too close to another he sounded like solomon to himself he imagined he had a beard he walked for a long time in the shadows of the forest in its coolness it sounded like snow had fallen but it was still october the first time the trees seemed to radiate out from him in straight lines he stopped and turned around four times after he walked on he noticed it happened fairly often still after he felled his first tree that day he realized they grew from the epicenter of his axe he paused in the small dark sound of the forest quiet