Every day, I chop down fifty trees with my axe. After I'm done, I wipe the wood chips out of my grizzly beard and flannel shirt and build myself a log cabin. Then I find the biggest bear and kill it with my bare hands, and make a bed out of its pelt. That night, I sleep while widdling arrows, before waking up and hiking thirty miles out and starting over again. Bears are beginning to avoid me.