From the collection Dreamin' Dreams; A short humorous story in 2,000 words. In Ireland 1942, you made your own fun! Anyway, my turn came and I threw the shovel the highest, but this time it came straight back down like a guillotine and it took the tip off my brother's nose. We all froze in horror. Then my sister picked up the tip and stuck it back on his face a second before the scream came.