'Twas a dark winter's solstice and while everyone slept,
out in the rod shop little gnomes deftly crept.
About their endeavor they silently went
On cutting and dipping and wrapping they're bent.
Shavings were falling, all curly and...
We had been feeding the squirrels and crows corn and the cobs were discarded. I had noticed the pen makers were making pens from corncobs but the blanks were too small make grips and seats. I decided to give it a try with the cobs left from the corn we were feeding the critters. The original corn we were getting...