Most days started off slow. Karsten didn't always get up early, but it seemed that when he did, he wasn't gaining in productivity. People generally didn't go for early morning broom rides. Or if they did, they didn't completely wreck their brooms while they were at it.
He'd opened up shop, turned the lights on, and had smoked his morning cigarette, staring outside at the brand new day. It was sunny, and spring had definetely arrived, but Karsten didn't share the birds' enthusiasm.
After his smoke, he'd grabbed the old Cleansweep he'd been working on on and off for a few weeks now. Not only was it a tired old broom, but it also didn't seem like it was able to brake anymore. Someone had tossed it in the rubbish, and the man had fished it out. He could use it to run tests, to repair it and see how much he could transform it into a decent broom on his own. He needed the distraction.
The wireless blared old hits from Wyvern of Wye, and the mechanic got to work, whistling.
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Baa-baa, black sheep, have you any wool?