Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.
A lovely carol..... But.
1) What is the only logical fuel the poor man could be gathering?
2) Why is it highly improbable that the poor man would be doing that?
100wrz$ per answer for the first answer to each question