There was once a little old woodsman, in his mid 80’s, he was a Lonesome old man. He had a tiny shack made of twigs mud and bark. The man would fish in the morning, and collect water that he would boil to make it pure for drinking; He made things out of wood that he would chop every day. The man was a good craftsman. He had statues and trinkets, that he made himself. He also built furniture like shelves and chests to keep the things that he made in. He used more than wood in
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The Life and Death of a Ham Sandwich
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