The stories of my scars.

Do, do, do, la, la, la, la, do, do. As the world has spun on its slant axis, many odd objects have found themselves in violent encounter with my largest organ, these are The Stories of My Scars.

I have a scar on my thumb. I was carving a portion of wood. I divided my thumb into portions, two portions. One was big, one was small. I have the scar.