I love my brothers dearly, and I just heard a story that reminded me so much of growing up with Shonky and the Colonel that I had to post it: A mate used to work in a bank, and there was a man with only one hand used to come in all the time. He was a regular and always up for a chat, but my mate never asked about the stump, because he thought it would be rude to. He just assumed it was a wartime thing, or some industrial accident. So anyway, he quits the job and he's working out the last couple of days and curiosity gets the better of him - I mean, if he doesn't ask now, he's never going to find out. So he does. And here's what the bloke says: "When I was a young feller on the farm, my brother and I used to muck around a lot. No matter what we were up to, we would always make it a competition or a race. Everything was a challenge. Well one day we were out the back chopping wood and being clowns as usual. We were racing to see who could chop the most. Suddenly I had a plan, a weird challenge if you will. I dared my brother to chop my hand off. I put it down on the chopping block and dared him to do it. He took the axe high above his head and swung it down. The whole time I was thinking he wouldnt do it and he was thinking 'he will take his hand out of the way' but guess what? neither of us flinched. My hand sat in the woodchips for about 10 seconds whilst we both stared at it. Next thing I knew I was in hospital and had no hand" Who knows if it's true... But that story just sums up brothers to me, and I love it. It brings a tear of reminiscence to my eye.