After many seasons of neglect, Fred had finally decided to get out his pruning shears and tidy up the garden. Long skinny branches had overgrown their welcome and extended this way and that. He spent many hours trimming until it was finally all done. As he picked up the brush, he found a finger laying amongst the twigs and branches. Examining it, he wondered how it had gotten there until he began to feel a throbbing where his left pinky finger should be.

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