Sahara Forest

A little withered old man walks into a timber company office, and applies for a job as a lumberjack. The foreman politely tries to talk him out of the idea. After all, he is old, small, and apparently much too weak to fell trees.

The old man picks up an axe and walks over to a huge redwood. As he goes to work, a high-pitched whine comes from the axe, chips of wood fly everwhere, and the odor of burning wood fills the air. In record time, the old man is finished chopping down the tree.

“That’s just astounding,”the foreman says, “wherever did you learn to chop down trees like that?”
“Well now,”the old man smiles, “have you ever heard of the Sahara Forest?”
“You mean the Sahara Desert.”
“Sure, that’s what it’s called NOW…”