After I had dried, I put the clothing I had been wearing yesterday back on. I picked up the axe I had brought in with me and started making my way out of the house. The back door I had been using was already unbarred, the 4 by 4 used was now stored vertically behind the door. I walked out and decided that my first order of business had better be to go down to the lake and wash off. I was surprised that when I came up to the lake the shore was actually a sandy beach.
Stripping off, I walked into the water and started to scrub myself down. The dried evidence of my morning became slimy again but was quickly rubbed off. No soap, no shampoo, more things to add to my list of things to make. I went back to shore and grabbed the shirt and pants I had been wearing and dipped them into the lake water. I am no expert in washing by hand and so I just dipped the clothes in water and ringed it out. I repeated the act 3 more times and called it done. My identity as a voyeur has already been established and so walked back with wet clothing in hand, axe over my shoulder and shrinkage to show for my efforts. I laid the shirt and pants on a couple of logs for the morning sun to dry and started on my task of splitting logs. With the now rejuvenated axe, the task was relatively easy. Just the weight of the axe was able to split most of the logs and the task finally progressed.
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The sun was now high and going strong, instead of suffering under it I felt energized. It was like I was photosynthesizing the sun’s rays. Not wanting to cut off my new attachment to the sun, I only put the pants on, leaving myself bare chested. I have always stayed fit but was never muscular. Now my arms and legs were bulged slightly and were corded tight, my abs now had the outline of a six pack. I stopped splitting the logs into its larger counterpart and starting to manufacture kindling instead. The kindle box quickly filled and I use my axe blade to cut a few handfuls of the tall grass. It was time to use some of those buy scout skills I have had and got second hand from YouTube videos. I grabbed a few strand of grass and started rubbing them on my pants leg.
As the fibers twisted, they started turning into twine. As I rubbed and added in more fibers, my piece of twine started getting longer and longer. As I went along my mind went on autopilot and I didn’t even notice that I had ran out of material until my searching hand touched nothing but wood. I looked at my creation and was stunned. Instead of some makeshift twisted grass, my cord was beautifully weaved like a paracord. I had used magic again, this time without passing out. As it looked like it was just about noon, I walked over to the pile of split wood and assembled a bundle, tied it up with my paracord and started back at the house.