There was a woodsman living in Nod, East of Kansas, some years after the Fall. He loved a Gypsy woman, who enchanted his axe so that it cut off his limbs. It did, starting with his legs.
A passing Tinsmith, Drusilla, took pity on him. Each limb was slowly replaced with a Tin prosthesis. While the woodsman was grateful, he could not love his new limbs, because his heart was missing. Drusilla's Tin Limbs were Magic, and spoke to the woodsman. The limbs protected him, allowed him to walk and run and work and write and make love under the new moon.
The wooden man began to love his Tin arms, but Drusilla's Tin Limbs decided they could not stay with the irascible woodsman. His arms and legs had been completely restored by them, by the Magic in the Tin. The Magic had also restored to him his heart. He had the nasty habit of wearing his heart like a badge on his sleeve, and a large part of it had been lodged in the Tin of Drusilla's limbs when they left him.
23 November 2007