The downside of being the woodcutter is that, unlike other fairy tale characters, he is neither immortal or invincible. He may be manly, but he is merely a man, susceptible to the woes that befall us all. The woodcutter's back has yelled "timber" and knocked him to the ground. Literally, on the ground, flat on his back, suffering from degenerative disc disease, which tends to flare up every January. Fortunately, the woodcutter will mend. He won't have to send his children out to the woods to fend for themselves, and in no time he will be able to rescue grandma from the wolf and get back to splitting firewood.
In the meantime, hopefully this will cheer him up.
I *heart* the woodcutter.