Steve Has Morning Wood
Steve has wood. Every morning, first thing.
Hard as oak, Steve. And long.
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Every morning, Steve wakes up with wood.
It is there before the coffee is.
It is there before the sun is.
Steve says it is the best part of the morning.
WAKE UP! — pages 4–5, printed as drawn. 
Steve’s wood is the biggest on the street.
The delivery driver stopped his truck to look at it.
“I have never seen one that long,” said the driver.
Steve said it was oak. It does not get much harder than that.
SO BIG! — pages 6–7, printed as drawn. 
People on the street come to see Steve’s wood.
Barb next door watches it from her kitchen window every Saturday, coffee in hand.
“I could watch him handle that all day,” says Barb.
The man from the HOA has sent two letters about how big it is. Steve keeps it up anyway.
GUESTS! — pages 14–15, printed as drawn. 
Craig, who had just moved in across the street, looked at the wood for a long time.
“Mind if I take a turn with that?” asked Craig.
Steve was very polite. He said the wood was spoken for.
MAY I? — pages 24–25, printed as drawn.