Laser sharp battle axe coming right up
my first battle axe
I opening the bag that is on top of my helmet obviously my parents what it to be a mysterious surprise, my first battle axe, that is. i am so happy right now, it is just my size. not too big that the Blade isn't bigger than my body and the handle isn't taller than me either. finally at my six years old snoggletog my parents think i can have my own axe. everything about this axe is perfect, i rush done to the stairs with my new axe and i give the first person i see in the living room a big hug.
" wow watch there you have an axe in your hand not a doll, my dear " my dad says
" if she would want a doll it will be much Difficult for both us" my mom says
"thank you thank you thank you thank you both i love it " i'm still hugging my dad
my dad "what do you mean? you can certainly make a doll yourself"
my mom "you know what i mean! it's good for our little girl want a weapon of her own. aren't that right astrid?"
"yes it is !" i said that loud and clear and now i'm hopping and swinging the axe aroud
"wow WOW! calm down astrid" my dad can't quite catch the blame with his hand rising is part wood part metal Prosthetics hand to stop me.
"it's great you have your own axe now but it also means a great responsibility of becoming a worrier." dad say
" i'm a worrier now?" i say it excitedly with an expection
"not yet but it means first step of it" my mom says
"she is right" dad says that with a nod
"i not sure hole steps thing but i can sure you are on the right track of it" says mom
i'm still hopping but not swinging my axe clearly mom and dod don't want any damage
of the house.
"thank you two sooo much" i holding my new axe in front my chest looking up at them
"now why don't we sit down and have some snoggletog breakfast then i'll teach you every thing you need know about your first axe and the hole worrier steps thing" dad says and walk to the kitchen table.
this morning i eat my breakfast with my axe handle on top of my leg.