Yes, all those movies where people are choppin' wood. You know the ones...
However, seriously, look how much wood he has actually chopped. And before you say that there is no chopping actually in evidence, can I just point out that he is standing next to a chopping block so he definitely has done all that massive pile of wood.
It may be that it is difficult for me because we have a tiny axe (no jokes about tiny choppers, thank you, Kenneth) and no chopping block.
Instead of a chopping block we have a rotten stump of an ex-eucalyptus tree, and instead of woodchopper's assistants we have two chickens who seem to have formed the impression, in a very 'resigned to their fate' kind of way, that the time has come for them to go in the pot and so they keep coming over while I am wildly swinging my axe and trying to insert their necks into the whole equation. Silly chickens.
I'm amazed I haven't injured myself what with sudden rapid changes of swinging with the axe to avoid chickens, what with wielding slightly blunt saws to cut the bigger bits of wood, and what with occasional flying off of chunks of wood in random directions. And, obviously, what with my general cack-handedness.
But anyway, I am still in one piece and hopefully burned a few calories.