"She'll have you wrapped around her tiny little finger in no time."

A hundred tiny fingers touched him and moved on.

And the first tiny fingers of paralysis seemed to leave them.

She'd smiled and pointed at him with her tiny finger.

But that only made it worse, shooting in tiny fingers out to every corner of her brain.

My replacement had just wrapped his tiny fingers around one of mine.

And she reached out a hand to him, the tiny fingers beckoning.

Her tiny fingers were fine and quick, but they missed the red button.

His tiny fingers jumped around the keys for several more bars and then he rose.

He carefully opened those tiny fingers to show me.