It was a cloudy day at Smith’s lumber mill, every day Chloe had to deal with her neighbour’s loud chainsaws at around 4 in the morning. She was always very annoyed why she moved into the house she was living in. At the auction, the immensely tall wooden fence blocked out the vision of next door and little did she know she was moving in next to a lumber mill!
As she sat on her soft warm bed she thought about what a lumber mill would be like. She pictured sawing the bark off the cut tree and having to go and talk to the boss and exclaim your usual excuse : “but I didn’t understand the instructions…”.