GENRE: MG Humourous Fantasy Adventure
Birthdays didn't matter in Nomanfel. Life began on Moustache Day--one year from the day the first hairs appeared on a boy's (or girl's) upper lip. Snodgaard had waited thirteen long years for this day.
The morning sun glinted off the axe as Snodgaard lifted the blade over his head and said, "Mighty Snodgaard wields his axe and the wood trembles at his power." Swinging it down, he hit the corner of the log. The log flew sideways and smacked his mom's favourite pig in the snout. The pig squealed, then planted its fat rump on the hunk of wood.
Snodgaard scowled. How could he focus on chopping wood when his first Moustache Day was ruined? Today should've been the best day of his life. He and his friends should've been feasting on pickled eggs, jellied cod, and candied eel. The villagers should've been bringing gifts of moustache wax and moustache combs of various sizes.
But no! His Moustache Day party had to be postponed all because of the stupid moon. No one, unless they were brainless, crazy, or an idiot sausage maker would go anywhere during the full moon.
Snodgaard wrestled the log away from the pig, mud squishing under his feet, and set it on the chopping stump. He slammed the axe down onto the wood. The blade sunk into the log. Snodgaard lifted the axe and the log came along with it. He shook the axe. Banged the wood on the stump.