Log on the nature

Log on the nature

I was taking a quiet walk through the forest, surrounded by tall pines and the sound of birds singing, when I suddenly felt an irresistible urge in my stomach. The sun filtered its rays through the leaves, but my attention was focused on that pressing need to defecate. Searching for a makeshift spot, I found an old table saw abandoned in the undergrowth, rusted by time and covered in moss. Without a second thought, I carefully climbed onto it, feeling the cold metal beneath my feet. First, I let out a stream of urine that splashed onto the damp ground, relieving some of the pressure. Then, with a colossal effort, I released a giant turd, a fecal monument that slid with a thud, leaving a steamy trail in the fresh forest air. I jumped off, feeling liberated, and continued on my way as if nothing had happened, while nature continued its indifferent course.