The Logger's Vision

The Logger’s Vision

The greatest shortcoming of the human race, greed, the ceaseless urge to conquer lands, tame seas, sky and the wilderness itself, will surely lead to our ruin. There once lived an amiable logger in the woods of Star Valley, who earned by trading with the neighbouring town of Elendel.

The morning chilled the air, a loud knock was heard on the ebony door. Surprised! A guest! He wore a silver cloak and carried a small knapsack, his face revealed a perfect set of teeth, a sly countenance. He sauntered in with a relaxed composure. “Good Morning,” said the woodcutter politely.

The stranger ignored the courtesy and brazenly asked, “Do you own this land Mister…”

“It’s Jon, who are you?”

“I’m the Vice-President of Timber Corps,” said the traveller impatiently. The name rung a bell in the logger’s head. Timber Corps had emerged since the outbreak of the 2^nd World War. Though the era of war was one filled with blood and misery, it could be capitalised, by the right man with the right mind.

“Just handover this land for a handsome sum, any opposition will be met with severely,” said the Vice-President. There was a momentary gleam in Jon’s eyes. The offer was tempting, but an inner voice was disturbing him.

Timber Corps were notorious for chopping down entire woodlands. Suddenly, the decision was made. The logger boldly replied, “I cherish my home, no gold can replace it, please leave now and do not return, unless you want my guard dog Jack-the-Ripper to welcome you.” The cloaked figure fumed and stormed off.

Timber Corps occupied the area. Eventually the logger’s resistance, courage and vision saved the environment. If we watch from the side-lines as others mistreat our planet, then along with them, we are diminishing our future.

By Prithvi Rana