Okay, just slipping today's bit in at the last minute.
The story thus far:
... It what?! What did it do?!
Tomorrow, chickadees. It's bed time.
The story thus far:
Once there was a girl who was born with a crab claw where her right hand should have been. At first, no one seemed to notice the claw itself, but they did notice what it clung to: words, hair, other people. As she grew, her clutch turned into an iron grip. Then one day, as the girl sat on a riverbank dangling her clock moodily in the water, the claw clamped on a stone and became stuck between two larger stones. The girl screamed and tried to wrench her claw free, but she...
Tomorrow, chickadees. It's bed time.