One day

my dad showed me a pistol. It was a .32 Colt Police Special. He said it had been my grandfathers and he showed me where he kept it and where he kept the bullets. He said don't ever shoot it because it's old and it might blow up. 

The next day after school I took out the pistol and loaded it up. I thought this gun looks fine it's in good shape there's no rust or anything. Outside I aimed at a 2x2 wood stake about 30 feet away. BLAM! I put a hole right in the middle. There's nothing wrong with that gun. Took the bullets out and put it back in its "hiding" place. (Dads dresser)