Once upon a time (now) I worked with a little girl who is a "story teller". (read: she makes things up all the time. we might have a little problem here in the future.) I don't think that she realizes that she is story teller. I don't know if details are a bit hazy so she has to fill them in or if the stories she is telling me are 100% inaccurate. Either way, she does tell a good story. The other day she was telling me about how her grandmother's hand had been cut off twice...or rather came off twice. The first time her grandmother was just sleeping and then when she woke up, her hand was on the floor. (Now that is one way to prevent a little girl from ever falling asleep again. Just tell her that story.) Anyway, the grandmother was quick enough to think, "I need to sew this back on." So she did and all was well....
...until she accidentally cut it off about a month later! She was just making some dinner one day and then cut her hand right off! To which, this little girl responded, "How many times can you cut your hand off, Grandma?"
The End.
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