The blacksmith’s best friend, a hunter, came into the shop. He was torn up and bloody. The blacksmith was upset and asked his friend if he was OK and what happened. “Oh, I’m OK” his friend said, “I’m only sorry I couldn’t get your Christmas gift. I was attacked and they were just too much for me.” “I’m really sorry but what are you talking about?” the blacksmith said. His friend said “Well you’ve been talking how you wanted a new pair of wolf jaws…”.
(wolf jaw tongs that is)
