I walked across the yard to my grandma’s house. I pulled the tin door open to the shed, on the door was some writing on it that someone spray painted in black. It said big John. I paused for a moment, then went on in. I figured that there couldn’t be anything in here that would get me. As I opened the door, I smelt the stench of old mildew and dust. Before I had the chance to look around, there was a cat that came to greet me. It was white and looked pretty healthy, except for the legs and tail of a rat sticking out of it’s mouth. How inviting!

The cat temporarily distracted me from looking for the tools, then I started to look around for them. There is one definite path through the old shed, with everything and anything imaginable on the sides of it. The first thing I came to was an old table with all kinds of old car parts, tools, nuts, screws, and bolts strewn across it. I thought sure I would find what I was looking for there. As much as I du

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