The Broken Nail

Once upon a time there was a girl and she had a right leg with a big-toe which had a brightly painted nail. So this girl was on a bus in calcutta which was being driven by a a person who thought none less of himself than Michael Schumacher. Whirling through heavy city traffic the bus danced its way, slamming on the brake anytime it pleased the Schumacher incarnate. Now it so happens on these prehistoric buses that metal protrusions are aplenty.
So the girl is chirrupping away happily when the fatal brakes are slammed. Her legs which were poised on one of these metal protrusions as a manner of comfort fell with a jerk and went under the metal, only the nail from the big toe refused to go under. SO it went up , up over the metal and with one quck sharp jab the nail and the flesh was open. Her white slippers went red. And there was the rebellious big-toe nail holding its head high; High above the flesh it is attached to the normally.
And all that blood.