Needs more firewood

Unfortunately, Gregg wasn't the fastest worker. He had essentially just started. He didn't even have a day's worth of wood. And if he left and came back, it would eat up too much of his day...

Gregg sighed. "Well, I am alone. I guess I can stay a while longer." He moved a few feet away from the thorns and what used to be his pants.

He selected a new tree and began to chop.

Aralia moved to a new location, a little closer, to continue watching him. She was still perfectly hidden as she stared at the man.

Chopping down these trees was a full body workout for Gregg. He would swing his hips and rotate his chest as he did so. In his pants, these motions didn't mean much. But in his much thinner and much looser undergarments? Oh, these motions meant everything. Especially to the voyeur in the trees.

Something was swinging in his undergarb with every swing of the axe. She couldn't begin to guess what was down there. But she was growing more and more curious.

Gregg chopped for a few minutes, until he had a little pile of wood. He picked up the wood and moved to put it in his cart. But on his way to the cart, he tripped over a tree root!

Gregg fell on his face, dropping the wood with a groan. "Ow... how did I not see that?"

Probably because it wasn't sticking out of the ground until a second ago. On the ground, he gave the dryad a little peek at what he was hiding down there.

Gregg started to stand up when Aralia's powers began to act up again. A different root reached up and hooked itself onto his undergarb.

As Gregg stood up, his undergarb came falling down.