Imagine..
He swung his enormous axe through the air. CHOP! CHOP!
the tree came tumbling down the way it was leaning, falling on its side.
He grunted as he chopped the branches and wood off, separating it from the leaves and moss.
He, alone, carried it back to his place of work.
It was heavy lifting.
He started to glow sweat, so he slid his blue jacket off, leaving it on a stump.
As he chopped more and more trees, the sun got brighter and hotter.
"I should take a break," He muttered to himself, walking to a nearby bench to eat something and chill.
A tall, skinny man with a raggedy beard walked by the stump the lumberjack left his coat on.
"I'll just take that," He mumbled, looking around to make sure nobody saw as he stole this man's coat.
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TIME SKIP : NEXT DAY
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The weather had started to decrease in degrees, the air getting thinner.
The tall, skinny, homeless man slid the jacket on.
He began to feel a power he had never felt before.
What's going on? He wondered.
His arms started to ache as his muscles grew.
He groaned in pain for half an hour until it was finally over.
His meaty muscles bulged out of his arms and legs.
He quickly thought of an idea. He grabbed a large log from nearby and held it over his head with ease.
"This jacket does wonders," He uttered under his breath, starstruck, as he put it down.
Meanwhile, the lumberjack was struggling to do his job.
CHOP! CHOP!
But it didn't work. It barely left a mark in the trunk.
"What happened? This will take hours!" He complained incessantly to any ghosts that might've been listening.
"My coat," He realized.l, "it's gone!"
He started to panic, running around looking for anything or anyone that would know where to find it.
Nothing.
"God, I'm going to get fired and called out for being a phony!" He worried vocally.
