This was a tiny, white hand, as if chopped off from a young girl, adorned with a jeweled ring and a pearl bracelet, with pink polished fingernails, and a small wool cap on the arm, identical to the one Chang Weicai was wearing.
Brian and Ed were dumbfounded.
They had never seen such a... such, uh, what is this?
As soon as the severed hand hit the ground, it tapped on the ice surface with its index finger, making a "dong dong" sound, appearing very lively.
"Good girl, look after the seedling, if the soil looks dry, water it a little," Teacher Chang spoke slowly.
"Can it water plants?" Ed asked in surprise.
Chang Weicai smiled affably: "Yes, it can, as long as you speak nicely to it, it can do quite a few tasks."
Brian stared at the crawling hand on the ground, looking queasy, "Is this... a prop?"
