One foggy day a hand sculpture in the centre of the town came to life. All the town knew about it. The hand was walking around somewhere. The hand was so scary and small it had eyes and a mouth. It was still around when suddenly it saw a man who saw him so he ran and ran. He was hiding on a shelf and no one knew about the hand hand anymore. It just was lost. But one person remembered the hand. The man was an expert. He checked everywhere but could not find the hand. The hand was starving and froze again.