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An Autobiography of sorts 2

We were, as I found out later, being transferred to our packages for sale at the local building supplies in the village, but, never having been 'transferred' before, this left much cause for discussion when it was over.

We were picked up by a gigantic pink fleshy thing with graspy bits growing out of it in all directions, (this was the first I had seen of such creatures but i believe they are called 'Hand') and all the while being jolted and bounced about terribly. Oh, I shudder at the thought.

Presently, there came a commotion followed by an almighty rumble that sounded from the 'Hand' and our rack was passed to another of the same kind. It carried us through a massive portal in the wall and down a passage way of colossal size. On the way I glimpsed the portal out of which hundreds of thousand of Nails came daily- Nails of all shapes and lengths, some stainless like myself, others galvanised, flat headed, bent, and some...

...Unsharpened- the savages!

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