Today, as I was forging an epic sword of stunning beauty, a dragon began to attack my shop. I grasped the grip of the sword I forged long ago for just this task (which was conveniently hanging on the wall of the smithy) and strode out to do battle.
I knew I had to dispatch the beast quickly, for I had placed the billet in the forge without flux, and the insidious fiend had landed so quickly I had not the time to constrict the air flow to my forge and thus create a reducing atmosphere. The billet was in peril!
I shall not detail the manner in which I slew the beast, for it may be misunderstood as braggadocio, but suffice it to say that the task was accomplished and the billet saved, with ample time for a pint and a pipe at the close of the weary day.
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Actually . . . I just went to work and had a lot of boring meetings, then I came home, had dinner with the family and walked around the shop, sighed a bit, and wished I had spent the day doing something real.