The Gig, Monday

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Bender had set the forge up once he'd got into work. He found some old and worn horseshoes in a bucket and set to bending.

His first attempt was too small, the second too short, and after that, well...

Bender now had a stack of oddly angular horseshoes at which he was idly twisting. Maybe he should just beat a change into the shape of their hoofs instead.

[OCD free, yup]