Before I start this blog... I have to confess something.
There actually is no point in doing this but my minds turned off so their isn't any new ideas coming in. So here we go:
I stared at my pinky, my fifth and tiniest Finger, what I like to call, The baby.
It's so cute and fragile, basically good for nothing exept making your hand look normal.
I measure it with my classmates and compare the size and length.
Besides it being naturally small, it's smaller than small tinier than tiny.
Littlier than little. ( Most might not even be words)
Hey it just clicked to me!
I'll write a narrative about a pinky!
Oh and when I finish it I'll tell you the whole story!
Don't believe me?
Pinky promise that I will.
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