Disaster can be simply a broken tool:He brought the axeto the nearest shoreto make a holeand draw water.'This should be easy,'he thought,the ice isn't so thickherenear the shore.Bending downhe brought the axehighand drove it with forceinto the hard surface.But no more than a thudand a dangerous reboundrepaid hiscareful effort.He stood again,now, feeling the cold,the icy airfilling his lungs.He had never encounteredsuch a resistanceto his water drawing.'Maybe,' he thought,I must standfarther outand try again.Carefully shufflingonto the icehe made it outa few feet moreThen he slowly bent downand raised the axefarther overhead this time.And brought it downwith a whack that echoedacross the frozen lake,as the head of the axebrokeAnd skidded far awayfrom a baffled manstanding andtrying to take inWhy and whathis failure would meanto the wife and kidsas the shivers began.
The Axe and the Ice
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