When I first sawed I was at my granparents house. So I was climbing over a fence to get to a barn. I made it out with the saw, but my butt got bit by a horse. ‘Nick, why is the wrench making a squeak sound?’ I asked my brother as he was making a bike. ‘’Don’t forget, first time doing this.’’ he said. Then my grampa told me to cut the wood. ‘’It’s so loud loud I can’t hear myself!’’ I yelled ‘’You’re louder than the saw!’’ my brother yelled. ‘’Scoot farther away from the saw! my grampa said as he was pushing me. Crack! The wood fell and banged on the floor.
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