Gramp nodded at the assorted tools and materials.
“Looks good, Timmy, but go over the list and directions one more time, just to be sure.”
“But Grandpa, I’ve done it a million times.”
Grandpa smiled. Nothing is as impatient as a 10-year-old boy.
“I know, but remember, measure twice, cut once – we need to be sure you have all your eggs in a row.”
“Don’t you mean ducks?”
“Nope, eggs. The project is in the embryo stage.”
Timmy just stared.
“In other words, don’t go counting your ducks before they hatch.” Grandpa winked. “Let’s get started.”
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