glassblower.

He lived in a small house in the country.

Next to the house was his workshop.

That's where he blew glass.

"Hello," said Mr. Donatello.

"Welcome to my workshop.

Let me show you around."

There were glass objects everywhere: glasses, vases, pitchers, and bowls.

Slowly and carefully, we moved toward the glassware.

I moved more slowly than my dad and Mr. Donatello.

I was afraid I might fall and break the delicate objects.