Wood You Be Mine

The first time I met the grumpy lumberjack next door, I almost burnt down his cabin. The second time, I was in an argument with a moose (don't ask). The third time, I was naked. Henri Gagnon is not just my neighbour and landlord, but a flannel-clad foe who helps run his family's lumber business. His protective streak clearly does not apply to me, since he's convinced I won't make it through the Maine winter. But I'm going to show Henri and the rest of this small town that they're wrong. I have one year to prove myself as the elementary school s principal or I'll be getting the axe. So I simply just don t have time to pine away for the lumberjack next door, no matter how good he looks chopping wood in his suspenders, or the way it makes me feel when he calls me buttercup. I definitely don't have time to wonder what would happen if I asked him if he wood be mine...