The Woodcutter and His Daughter

Bluebell woods was the place to be on a frosty morn, but quick enough I was not, as the woodcutter caught me by the scruff. Found the rabbits in my pack was told next time, he would cleave me with his axe. A while later I came across his daughter, I took her down by the lake again and again Nine months past and a bundle of joy, was how I fixed the woodcutter and his daughter