She opened the envelope and screamed.
A thumb fell out.
But whose thumb was it?
Wasn't hers.
Wasn't mine.
Wasn't her husband's.
She checked each of her children's fingers and toes.
All twenty of them.
When she was assured that all the digits she cared about were accounted for, she stopped shaking.
What a lousy piece of mail.
Who would send her such a thing?
Had she made any enemies lately?
Was this a warning?
Maybe they got the wrong address.
She checked the front of the envelope.

Envers Household
1234 Lane
Somewhere, City USA

That was her address alright.
She turned the enveloped back around.
A note fell out.

Dear Mr. Envers,
Here's your eleventh toe that you forgot to take home with you the other day.

Thank you for your business.

Sincerely,
Dr. Cleaver