An axe for a jolly woodcutter?
Not so appropriate for the urban jungle, perhaps, but I still find these joyful axes completely irresistible. Amazing how the cheeriness of the handle strips out all the violence of the blade. Also, a good example for me of how the aesthetics of joy know no age or gender, as I could see these in the hands of a young woman or slung over the shoulder of my dear old grandpa. Makes you want to get your hands dirty, and whistle while you work!