fabulous fingers.

One faintly fantastic day, a fully fended finger flew across a fairly filthy flat of keys. This finger had been fully nonfunctional for a fort night. As it flew, the female life form, who the fully fended finger belonged to, began to form a mild flurry of frustration. "for what reason have you fixed this folly of fumbled phrases oh finger?" But the finger refused to fork over any feedback. So the life form got furious at the finger, and began to fight with it. However the female failed to fulfill the fingers foreseen forfeiture due to the realization that this fairly frequent problem was fitting and feasibly fulfilled by a fully fended finger. So, the female life form, who the fully fended finger of a fort night belonged to, freely favored the fashionably fended finger, by failing to fustigate it, and went on her way to continue her faintly fantastic day.