"Hmm… which finger is which?"
Frowning in focus, the child's little pair of reddish-brown eyes couldn't stop squinting as if staring and looking downwards at a problem in hand—literally in the child's hand, as her lips pursed exactly reflecting her frustration in not knowing which bloody fingers were the correct bloody which… like which one was the forefinger, pinky, middle, and leech finger? The bloody thumbs though. Luckily, it was easy for the child to tell. Even so, there were still eight—or sixteen even, if the toes were counted too that is—that's right! Eight plus eight bloody and severed, and almost identical-looking fingers lingered bloodily in the child's both hands,
"So is this what they keep talking about 'couldn't make heads or tails'-ish locution? Now I sort of understand where that stemmed from."
