V1. The Fiery Blacksmith's Apprentice
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Lad, my fire's dyin', help me stoke it nice and easy to heat back up my rod. That magic fiery breath o' yours would surely do the trick.
Wide-Mouth-William:
But Master, you've never asked that I use my magic to stoke your fire. You always heat up your rod yourself.
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Aye Lad, but my hands grow tiered from working such hard steel all the time. You'll make the fire hotter so the steel is easier to grip.
Wide-Mouth-William:
But won't my fiery breath just make your rod melt faster? I might heat it too well.
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Nay lad, that breath o' yours will do just fine. It'll do better than any ole firesalts in this here forge. Well, what are you waiting around for? Get that flame going so my steel will stiffen up nicely.
Wide-Mouth-William:
Yes, right away Master. Is the fire hot enough yet or do I need to push on more heat?
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Yes my fiery apprentice, more heat would do nicely. My rod is nearly ready now. That fire o' yours does wonders.
Wide-Mouth-William:
Your steel looks nice and hard now master. But you may want to push it deep in the forge and roll around the coals to keep it hot a while longer.
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Aye, Smart Lad, I've certainly taught you well. Now, open that forge a little wider and I'll get my hot rod nice and deep to ensure it gets done.
Wide-Mouth-William:
The forge is open all the way master! Your steel rod is just too long to fit in that deep. But don't stop stoking the coals or the fire may slowly die.
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Don't you worry lad, with the work I have to do, the forge won't grow cold the whole night through.
Wide-Mouth-William:
Looks like we have a lot of work ahead of us then.
Blacksmith Master Burns:
Indeed we do, my fiery apprentice. Indeed we do!
