'What's that you've got there?' asked the fox.
'It's a lump of wood,' said Odd. 'My father began to carve it into something years ago, and he left it here, but he never came back to finish it.'
'What was it going to be?'
'I don't know,' admitted Odd. 'My father used to say that the carving was in the wood already. You just had to find out what the wood wanted to be, and then take your knife and remove everything that wasn't that.'