Fool's errands

The apprentice came back with tartan paint. Campbell, the tin said. It rolled on beautiful, sharp edges and dead straight. The next day we sent him for sky hooks, and I don't know how we ever worked without them. The day after, he handed Al a left-handed screwdriver, and when Al used it he said it just felt right. He almost had tears in his eyes. We should have left it there, while it was all harmless fun.