How can you not love a fresh wood shaving. They are mysterious, fun, and most useful. They remind me of every version of Pinocchio I ever read. But mostly they remind me of my father. When I was a kid I would watch with wonder as Dad faired off the edge of a plank, amazed at how that wood cut away so effortlessly and slid through the tiny gap and, most marvelous, came out curly. I would scoop up a handful as quickly as I could before I was shooed away ( 'Git outta 'dat!') and wind them around my fingers marveling at just how thin a piece of wood could be more... See more text