by Brad Beals
It was true. There was a new arrival in the tool shed, and absolutely everyone was in a dither over it. The smaller tools—screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers, and such—whispered nervously. Hack and Handsaw, as usual, were arguing as if no one else were in the room. And in one dark corner, trying very much to look like they didn't care, Shovel and Post-digger murmured low, like bees in August...
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