Short Story : ' The Tinker '

2519 WordsSep 15, 201611 Pages
Jack was hoeing in his mama’s garden and thinking that he’d sure like to have a pretty girl to marry. He was thinking about something the Tinker told him the week before. Now, the Tinker was a traveling peddler who sold pots and pans and spoons and things to people who needed them. The Tinker also fixed things that were broken for farmers and town folks, and that’s how he got his name. The Tinker traveled all around and knew all kinds of people and things. The Tinker was telling Jack, while he was fixing a broken wheel on the wagon, about this farmer two counties over who had three of the prettiest daughters you ever did see. The oldest was just as pretty as sunshine in the morning, and the middle daughter was a lovely as dew on a new red…show more content…
It was a really long walk and was going to take him almost a week to get there. Jack was still a day away from the farm and the girls, which was a good thing because he had just about eaten all of the food he had brought. He had one corn muffin and an apple left. As he was stopping on the side of the road to have his last lunch, he saw an old man hobbling up the road. “Howdy do, sir! Would you like to stop and share my lunch?” Because Jack was raised to be polite to the elderly. The old man, stopped and leaned on his walking stick to catch his breath. He looked like he was a hundred years old. “Thank you kindly son, I believe I will do just that. What brings you out on this long road on a beautiful day?” So Jack told him of his intentions to go win him a wife and the story the Tinker told about the rabbit. The old man was munching on his half of the muffin, and said, “You know, Jack, I might be able to help you there. You were kind enough to share your lunch so let me see what I can do.” He pulled out a worn knapsack, with stains and some mud on it, and reached deep down inside. He felt around, and frowned, and finally came out with a little wooden drill. It looked like the kind a carpenter would use to bore a hole in a plank or a tree, but it was carved from wood like a toy. It sure wouldn’t drill a hole in anything for real. But the old man leaned over to Jack and said, “Now this drill is special, it’s carved from a special tree. You just
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