Frisco

There once was a man, who was getting very good at woodworking. He had an idea. He purchased supplies. He sawed and glued and sanded and waited. 

 He built and welded, researched, learned equations, searched all over the land for parts and assembled. He ran electricity and installed lighting.

 His creation began to come together and his daughter approved of his work.

 The assembly was successful.

 He drew, cut, and sanded many more parts.

 He stained, painted, varnished and buffed.

 He cut pieces of leather, punched holes, created attachments.

 

 His wife and he hoisted the heavy beast up to the living room for his daughter and all the visiting children to enjoy.

And Frisco was born.