The smell of smoke and the CLANG of metal greets you as you arrive at the village blacksmith’s forge. The blacksmith looks up from his anvil and gives you a cheerful smile. He wipes his hands and says, ‘Ello! I’m Joe; Joe Gargery. He offers his hand to shake. I’m wrong out of the forge, the kitchen, or off th’ meshes. T’sn’t an easy life, but what larks I’ve ‘ad! What larks!
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