"Bang!", "Bang", "Bang". From inside the small, quaint workshop, I could here my uncle chiseling and crafting away at a large piece of iron. I slowly pulled open the creaky door to find my disturbance had not been noticed by Uncle Zeb.
"Hello", I called loudly, tossing my backpack onto the dark, wooden floor.
"Oh hi there, Jared", "what's brought you here this fine autumn day?"
"Oh, uh, you see I'm working on this project for school where I have to interview a family member, and uh... I was wondering, could I interview you?"
"Well of course you can!""Be my guest, you go have a look around while I finish up mending Ol Tom's gun and then I'll be right on over."
"Gee, thanks, Uncle Zeb, you're the best!"
My uncle grinned as I scurried off down the hall.
As I explored metals, tools, and horeshoes, I came up to a door labeled Mr. Zeb's emporium. Slowly I twisted the cold, steel knob, the door screeched open. "Holy cow!"I screamed falling backward into Uncle Zeb's arms. Surprised I leaped forward to face him. "But..."But... I mumbled, "you have millions and gazillions of tools", "I know well that you are very handy to the town of Mayberry fixing tools and such, but I had no idea Uncle Zeb!"
"I know, I know", I may be more than just a handy tools man, but one thing is sure, I will always be your Uncle Zeb."
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