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princessbetty001
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My long slender arm was held tightly in the gloved hand, my owner not wanting my curved, flat head or my two curved "horns" to hurt someone down below. My owner was one of the gentler and more cautious of the construction crew, trying his best to keep my metal head from rusting or termites from ruining my arm.
He made sure my face and arm were smooth so no one would get a cut or splinter from me. He wanted my black head to stay black, and his friends to stay unharmed. I mean, no one wants a mouthful of steel and wood, right?
An echoing thud rang as I was brought down, finishing that part of the job. My owner walked over to another spot to fix a mistake done by a newer member. He placed both of my "horns" on either side of the misplaced nail and pushed down carefully. He put the nail in the right place then swung me down. My flat face met the flat head several more times before placed in my bright red mobile home.
"What am I?"
He made sure my face and arm were smooth so no one would get a cut or splinter from me. He wanted my black head to stay black, and his friends to stay unharmed. I mean, no one wants a mouthful of steel and wood, right?
An echoing thud rang as I was brought down, finishing that part of the job. My owner walked over to another spot to fix a mistake done by a newer member. He placed both of my "horns" on either side of the misplaced nail and pushed down carefully. He put the nail in the right place then swung me down. My flat face met the flat head several more times before placed in my bright red mobile home.
"What am I?"