TODAY I HEARD A DRAWKNIFE'S CRY FOR HELP!!!!.??

THIS LITTLE DRAWKNIFE IS 6 1/2 INCHES LONG, YET HAS A VOICE THAT PENETRATED MY HEART

While walking and browsing at the local Flea Market, I happened to come across a very large glass cabinet. Inside of which were many interesting articles all strewn about and piled upon each other. I stood there, my eyes darting too and fro attempting to distinguish each object from those that lay partially hidden under the pile.

Near the back of the case, partially exposed I spotted a small wooden handle attached to a piece of metal. I recognized the shape. It was a small, very old, hand forged draw knife. After a few minutes I continued my browsing.

As I walked in and out of the many isles, looking here and there, my mind kept thinking about that little drawknife. After almost an hour and not finding anything, I decided to leave. I left the building, maybe walked twenty paces, stopped, turned around and went back inside.

I asked the lady at the checkout if she would have someone follow me to the glass case to which I pointed. A few minutes later and $45 I again headed for my vehicle.

I will most likely never use this little tool, even though, with just a little sharpening the wood shavings would fly again.
No, instead I will sit and study it's constructions. In my mind I will ask it questions, such as, "who made you, why so small, for what purpose, how many different kinds of wood have you carved, how old are you, and why did you choose me to take you home???"

So now I have another friend to talk to, to ask so many questions.