Once upon a time, in a little village filled with smiling sunflowers, there lived a boy named Timmy. Timmy was learning to be a carpenter, just like his Papa. He loved the smell of wood and the sound of hammering nails. But, there was one tiny problem - Timmy's toolbox was always messy!

Timmy's teacher, Mr. Oak, was kind but stern. 'A good carpenter keeps his tools in order,' he would say. But every time Timmy tried to build something, his saw was blunt, his hammer's head wobbled, and his nails bent like squiggly worms.

One sunny day, the Mayor asked everyone to help build a new playground. Timmy was excited! But when he started working, the wood split, and his paintbrush dropped its bristles. 'Stupid tools!' Timmy grumbled.

'Timmy,' Mr. Oak said, peeking over his spectacles, 'Remember, a bad workman always blames his tools. Let's fix them together.' He helped Timmy sharpen the saw, tighten the hammer, and find strong nails.

With his tools like new, Timmy worked hard. His part of the playground looked wonderful. All the village children cheered. Timmy felt proud. 'I guess the tools weren't bad, I just needed to take care of them,' he realized.

Timmy decided to organize his toolbox. Each tool had its place, clean and ready. Now, building was fun and easy! 'I have the best tools,' Timmy beamed, 'because I learned to be a good workman who cares for his tools.'

From that day on, Timmy's craftsmanship was praised all over the village. 'What's your secret, Timmy?' the other children asked. 'My tools!' he would reply with a wink. 'And a little bit of love and care.' And so, Timmy built many more wonders, never blaming his tools again.