A large, well established, Canadian lumber camp advertised that they were looking for a good lumberjack. The very next day, a skinny little man showed up at the camp with his axe, and

A large, well-established Canadian lumber camp advertised that they were looking for a good lumberjack.

The very next day, a skinny little man showed up at the camp with his axe, looking barely strong enough to lift it. The foreman took one look at him and laughed. "You? A lumberjack? You don’t look like you could chop a twig, let alone a tree!"

The little man smiled confidently and said, "Give me a chance. Just point me to a tree."

The foreman, humoring him, pointed to the biggest, toughest tree in the entire forest—a massive old pine that had taken down more experienced men.

The little man walked up to it, stretched his arms, cracked his knuckles, and with lightning speed, swung his axe. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Within minutes, the massive tree came crashing down, shaking the ground.

The foreman’s jaw dropped. "Where did you learn to chop like that?!"

The little man shrugged and said, "The Sahara Forest."

The foreman frowned. "You mean the Sahara Desert?"

The little man grinned. "Sure... NOW!"