To Scavenge - junkyard event A

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The big boss of his previous residence had been a mechanic, at least that was what he thought it had been called. Being ripped away from his mother at three months old and into that house, he remembered the first time his name was called. I wanted to name him Fluffy she had said in that angelic voice of hers as the mechanic revealed his name, but the Boss was a stubborn man, and so Axle had stuck. Where the story took him, the Heeler didn't know, but he did know that he had a natural liking for scrap and other such things... as crazy as it seemed, every piece of stray metal had its value. Quick and quiet to get to work, the tricoloured male began to walk along, honey coloured eyes quite quickly reigning in on what appeared to be surgical scissors. They'd probably lost their sanitary blades the minute they were dumped in these rusting lands, but Axle could still see use in them. Plucking them out from a pile of sheets, he'd then toss them towards the tool pile that had been building up. He'd work hard to find some better things than that.