Down deep in the woods Woody would wend away his days painting tall trembling trees, until, one day, out of the blue, he upped his easel and changed his style and began bare body painting.
You see a fulsome figure of wonder, a stunning sex bomb sexily strolled by his cottage in the wondrous wood. He espied her from his little window and he was smitten. Using his imagination he painted her every day. Masterpiece after masterpiece of bare buxom body. So gone is he that he blethers continually. Poor Woody!
Who was she? That's another tantalising tall tale.
(You can meet his brothers in earlier posts - Diddy and Willie look under the label 'friends of mine')