On my 8th birthday, I got the greatest birthday gift of all time...
A FRANCISCA!
Well, it was nearly October but still a bit warm out, so we were having a barbecue. I wanted to try my new weapon out, so I tried to chop down a tree with it, to no avail.
"Whoa whoa, boy, whatcha' doing?!
"Trying to chop down da tree daddy."
"Oh, this aint' no hatchet!" "This is a tool of war, meh' boy!"
"Huh?"
"This baby here be da' deadliest weapon in all of France!"
"Really pa?"
"Oh yeah!" "You wanna see a hatchet, here be a hatchet!"
That day, I took the hatchet and chopped down my first tree. Also, until I was ten years old, I thought the French still fought with axes and helmets and armor.
Only my grammar was that horrible. But my papa did sound funny. Think he had a cold or something.
"Now boy, ya can't be dulling yeh' blade with such mundane tasks!" "If ya ever gotta chop, use yer' hatchet."
I loved my francisca of course, I used it for cosplaying all the time. But only my trusty hatchet had that Montana strength and will.
