I was born with an extra finger on my right hand. It had no bone or muscles, just blood vessels and a nail. In some cultures and times I may have been revered as special - even deified - and in other cultures and times I may have been thrown into the volcano - to feed a deity. But when I was born my culture chose neither of these and the doctor just lopped the digit-wannabe off. Somedays I think it would have been neat to have kept the finger - I would always be able to find the gloves and mittens my Grandma made special for me and I bet it would give wicked dead fingers. But I will never know. All I have to show for it is a little stump that often gets mistaken for a wart.
All that is to lead up to a
video I saw for a old toy that made me laugh...
By the way the condition is called
polydactyl ... the more you know
Migwec from the polydactyl pasor
Ehkosit
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