"I recap the week's ills from my bed:
Dodgy ears, fingers, eyeball and head
May the morning bring sun
A whole lot of fun
And relief for our bodies instead!"
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'Mr Fingey' was devastated to lose the top of his head during school cooking class today. Suddenly, and without warning, a machete a hundred times his size descended, and he had no time to duck for cover. It did get a bit messy and histrionic (puddles of red against white floor tiles is really quite impressive)...but it turned out the wound was deceptively shallow and did not require a trip to hospital requiring stitches. Furthermore, there was enough of the curry (into which said head tip had been lopped), to go around, as well as delicious-smelling choc chip biscuits baked that morning, and he was invited to stay for lunch. So his face went from sad to happy as he sat at the colourful table with all the kids, who found the unfolding kitchen drama, and his presence, entertaining, and his smile reassuring.
If only the same could be said of the incident involving a small boy's eyeball, some peppermint oil and said boy's semi-deaf, one-armed Mother, fresh back from the tropics. Mr Fingey's face went from anxious to happy to anxious to relieved again, as the kid progressed through pain, cold with shock, hot and bothered with discomfort and finally cracked a few jokes to indicate his complete recovery. Again, a narrow escape from a scary ambulance, but only just!
And all because some microscopic hitchhikers had set up camp again in Hair Village and started to burrow most annoyingly, and the fumigation process had gone pear-shaped. Now Mr Fingey's face has been known to go from disgust, to alarm, to relieved happiness, as these pesky little head-invaders are flushed down the gurgler. Tonight, it went from alarm to relief to exhaustion in quick succession.
So today, he did the full gamut of emotion. Dear old 'Mr Fingey', may you sleep well tonight!
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