The Lumberjack And The Beautiful Suzie (Remastered Version)

exclaimed as he took a minute break from timber cutting. The reason for his sudden pause: a thin and black-skinned

big momma - like she tenderly called the old w

ry-free searching for the white Button species and sorting them out. She was throwing away those that

ress moved upward, exposing, even more, the charms of her hairless legs. The skirt fe

ernal moment of infatuation. The steel ax he had held in the palms of his strong hands for

ried out from the

e looked behind her, eyes wide open and the left hand o

body that he was proudly displaying under the hot sun of the afternoon. He had pecs as mas

young maiden Suzi

e?" She added while con

hten you. Please pardon my nonmanners!" Babida t

er's assurance of coming in peace, the yo

she said to him as she sped

name?" Babida the lumberjack responded to th

e?" The young Miss Suzie retorted then started runn

ttempt to stop her but it was too late. The beautifu

e woodsman sprung, fist

illages of the Batang empire in Africa, the young Miss Su

...stalker," she said relieved as she entered

her grandmother had long been waiting

to the sexagenarian woman

he preparation of the dinner. She laid the basket of mushrooms in the sink and bar

little blighter?" Suzie's

led while hurrying to hug the old l

sure I carry home as many as possible. I also had to be very selective and pi

ppease me, especially when you bring home my favorite chow." G

hrooms from the basket and placed them in a pot. She opened t

ry of what had happened

I was in Ekule's forest earlier in the day!" Suzie declared to

a moment, and glanced in the direction of her granddaughter before uttering doubtf

y trying to have some sleep after though a long and hard day of work. The reason was that he coul

r and dressed in a pink silk robe with cords on the waist fastened

nd made him lose control of himself. For the first time in a long moment, he fel

in pink dress dwells?" Babida the

e Okala in the west, for I have never spot

rning I will travel to Okala

is head on the pillow, and stretched his hands and feet to

the mirror in the tiny bathroom of his cabin and the sharp blade of his ax, he got rid of his enormous beard and made h

on his armpits, neck, cheeks, and voluminous chest. He squirted too a few drops of the p

boubou with a brown kufi hat and cove

llage. They were crowded and noisy as always. Charcoal merchants, butchers, fish seller

lack-skinned woman of eighteen years of age or a little bit above with curling hair who coul

stood in a corner, thinking about what he would do next. A group of three kids about t

spoke to him and affirmed with an imperious tone: "Ho! I kno

tact but chose not to scold him. He preferred to focu

'm all ears, speak!

the Witch's street," the toddler said while

uestions will be met wit