I walked into the fair sized work-shop that housed Uncle Zeb. He came out from behind a large platform that held a giant sculpture. It was halfway done looking like nothing at the moment but I saw carvings that looked like the outlines of human arms and bodies.
"'ello there kid." He greated I waved back at him not wanting to seem unpolite. "Do you want to help me?" He asked holding up one of his various tools. Not wanting to seem rude I accepted the device, not really knowing one from the other. He demonstrated on the model how it was used, obviously understanding my confusion. I grabbed it from his calloused hand and started to work away at the clay. "Hay, Kid, did you know that the first time that I used that was somewhere in the time of world war two?" I shook my head in a no gesture. He then continued his lengthy story. Afterwards he told me about all of his assorted instuments, that ranged from a sculpting pick to a chainsaw, he also added at least a word or two of background to each item. It really made the experiance so much fun. From that day forward I made a trip to his shop so that I could find out more about his stuff. Eventually I felt like I really knew him, for the man that he truely was, and not for what I preceived him to be.
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