I am a family heirloom . I sit around getting old and have to dust myself off every now and then . I am the seeder . I lived in an old antique shop in Algiers. I am so ancient I don’t remember where I came from before Mr. Briere came by and scooped me up . I had an accident and broke my hand but since he loved me so much he healed me and I can throw seed around again. I am brass and other than being unpolished I am handsome and debonnaire .
I want to live with whoever will take me in cause I don’t think my owner will be around forever .
me : “I will”