He headed to the shed, grabbed his axe, and prepared to make the trek into the woods. The faint whine of the wind began to creep through the trees, a reminder of the hours he had before the storm arrived.
With his axe slung over his shoulder and the sled trailing behind him, Henry set off into the woods, determined to gather enough firewood to see him through the coming snow. Little did he know, his morning would take a turn that he never would have seen coming.