With Tools Like These.....

As darkness fell, out in the shed the tools and spiders went to bed. Said, with a sigh, the brickie's Hammer 'I am the king', but, with a stammer, the Saw objected, 'I can cut while you sit on your shiny butt.' The Hammer, in no mood for tales, said 'I can drive a thousand nails into a wall of steel or wood it's something that you never could.' The Saw now bared his freshly honed one hundred teeth and then intoned 'let's see first thing, which tool he grabs you go to bed, I'll work my abs.' And in the morning, both were fools, the farmer didn't need his tools. The Saw attacked the Hammer madly and hurt his wooden handle badly, he sawed to cut him down to size but did experience a surprise. A pin, quite long, of hardened steel did interrupt the Saws quick meal. It was the handle's metal centre and not designed for saws to enter. It gave the Hammer added strength and occupied the handle's length. There was no time for Saw to slow his chewing movements, to and fro. As a result his teeth bit in and lost some substance to the pin. Some other tools suggested that the two give up their ugly spat. 'You need to save the teeth', said Wires the farmer though, now got the pliers.