Saw saw.

Speaking of my father’s woodworking talent….

This morning while waiting for a bus I noticed a nice clean old-fashioned handsaw laying on a lawn. No other tools or junk, and no obvious reason for it to be there. No construction in the area. Did it fall off a truck? Unlikely. Contractors use only high-speed power tools now.

Best guess: There are methies in the area who often fight, and methies have a peculiar preference for weird weapons like swords and hatchets and hammers.

Mainly I just wanted to write the title.

I could have written Saw Saw, Thought of Paw Paw, but decided not to.