The lumberjack and the beautiful Suzie

"Oh Oluwa, god of the forest, what a stunning maiden I see in the grass over there!" Babida, the lumberjack, exclaimed as he took a break from chopping wood. The reason for his sudden pause: a slender, dark-skinned girl, around eighteen, with curly hair, holding a basket brimming with mushrooms in her right hand. Her name was Suzie.

She'd been sent into the woods by her grandmother-affectionately called big momma-to gather mushrooms for dinner soup.

With her back turned, Suzie was completely focused on her hunt for the white Button species, sorting through her finds. She tossed aside the ones that could make you sick and carefully placed the good ones into her rubber basket for the elderly's favorite dish.

As she bent down to pick more mushrooms, the hem of her pink silk mini-dress shifted upward, revealing more of her smooth, hairless legs. The dress was tied at the waist with cords, creating an adorable butterfly knot at the front.

Babida, mesmerized, felt his brief pause stretch into an endless moment of fascination. The steel ax he'd gripped tightly for the past two hours slipped from his hands and landed in the pile of wood shavings at his feet.

"Hey there!" he called out, his voice booming through the quiet woods.

The sudden shout startled Suzie. She turned around, her eyes wide and her left hand pressed against her chest, before letting out a deep sigh and taking a step back.

Before her stood a tall, sweaty man in his thirties, his muscular frame on full display in the afternoon sun. His chest was as broad as a mountain, and his bulging biceps were lined with distinct veins.

"Who are you?" Suzie shouted, panic creeping into her voice.