Swords

I make swords, wooden swords for practice or play.

Or defending against the¬†scarecrow¬†zombie apocalypse – cause you know it’s coming.

Mark my words. Hordes of flannel zombies stuffed with straw and brains.

You saw The Wizard of Oz, right? Scarecrows are always looking for brains.

You know who else look for brains?

Zombies! It’s only a matter of time folks.