THIS ARTICLE IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY
The sword is my family's heirloom and my father just passed it down to me. When I was 1-3 years old, my mother was going to clean the blade. However, when she unsheathed the sword, her left thumb gripping the scabbard was cut open.
My father told both of us that the sword is supposedly "enchanted" and that there's no-one else that can use it safely except him and anyone from his bloodline. I disproved this because as it turns out, my mother held it wrong while unsheathing the blade and that my father was just trying to prevent me from playing with it.
I pronounce "pineapples" like I do "Minneapolis."