fiction by silly. bobby the block continued

Alright now it is time to get to the main character of this story bobby the block. The narrator will step aside and let bobby tell his story. Bobby take it away.

I was born in a redwood forest on the coast of norther California. As part of the only oak tree in that forest for over one hundred years. Then one day the tree was cut down and cut up at a lumber mill.

Some of the wood from the oak tree was turned into the big front door at the money hotel. I happened to a part of the oak tree that was made into that door.

I remember the day the lumber meaning me, was taken to the Money Hotel. I was loaded onto a large cart pulled by mules at the lumber mill and taken the thirty miles or so to dollar city and the money hotel. Back in those days things were not prefabricated, well if things were prefabricated they were not in dollar city. So the door was made on the site of the money. It took the workmen three days to cut, glue and paint the door for the hotel. It was one of the finest doors in dollar city.

Silly's done for today more tomorrow, goodnight.