A Day in the Life of a Hand

It is rather hard, being a disembodied hand. For instance, I am quite small, so quite inconsiderate agori tend to step on me. Also, it is hard to drag yourself through the desert, as I often get sand lodged between my knuckles. It hurts my fingers, too. I was the hand of a great being, a regular god, but then my owner had to get on the bad side of his buddies, and here I am, a wandering hand with no body to call its own. Great. Just brilliant. Wait... Is that? Yes! It is ! A body! At last, my wish has been fulfilled! Oh, happy day, happy day, oh- oh. Never mind. Just a sand dune... " sigh"... It's lonely being a hand.