So there was this lonely piece of wood named Billy. Somehow he was taken away from his main tree and he wandered the woods looking for other pieces of wood to hang out with, but never had any luck. No other piece of wood would have anything to do with him, apparently thinking his bark was as bad as his bite. He felt bad.
Then one day, next to a camping area, he saw a whole stack of wood. Nice pieces stacked up in a neat and orderly way. Wow! They looked so happy and as one. Billy was in awe.
As he headed their way to join them, an older and wiser piece of wood yelled out in warning, "No! Billy, stop! Don't be a fuel!"