My grandparent's house is a magical place for me and I love to visit it often. There is an amazing loft where I can sit and enjoy spying down on my brothers. I also feel glad to get into the smelly chicken coop every morning to check for fresh eggs. There is a wonderful swing in a gigantic, old maple tree and a tall, black totem pole on the front steps which mesmerizes me most. The totem pole always fascinates me and I love to stare into the blank eyes of the thunderbird at the top and wonder what he is thinking. I enjoy running my small hands over the chiseled black wood and marveling that the carver has included details such as eyes, wings and even feathers. However, it is the thunderbird's nose that intrigues me the most. His long black beak stuck out from the totem pole and has two carved nostrils at the curved end. The nostrils are curious black holes that are tempting for me. One day to have fun, I cautiously poked my finger into the thunderbird's nostril, not sure how far it would go. I suddenly felt a sting that yanked out my finger. Not only had I poked my finger into the nose of the thunderbird, but also right into the back end of a bumble bee. Whenever I see the stately totem, now on my parents' front steps, I remember what an astonishing and amazing way it was for me to learn to "keep my fingers to myself". TONE OF PARAGRAPH WITH JUSTIFICATION?