tongue

The first thing my mother did when she saw me was to cut my tongue.
»Why did you do that to me, Mother?«
»I told you.«
»Tell me again.«
»I cut it so that you would not be tongue-tied. Your tongue would be able to move in any language. You´ll be able to speak languages that are completely different from one another. You´ll be able to pronounce anything. Your frenum looked too tight to do those things, so I cut it.«
»But isn´t ´a ready tongue an evil?«

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»Why didn´t you cut my brothers´ and sisters´ tongues?«
»They didn´t need it.«
»Why not? Were theirs longer than mine?«
»Why don´t you quit blabbering and get to work?«