Broken Front Tooth

inxs of cold playing air froze natural pond, where over head Canadian geese did blare honking the latest goose sip loud and clear when from behind a bush (color of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer alert to any danger by parking upright either one or both ear lest predator doth lurk and induce fear while Harris Family and friends oblivious attired in wintry gear which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear necessitating cupped gloved hands to punctuate every muffled word to be but barely heard akin to talking with mouth full of custard above the quiet riotous mirth from this then gawky child nerd precariously maintaining balance on his skates and glide like a bird such attempts made this boy appear quite absurd ah, if only this mind of mine did two step quick think but woe misfortune awaited across the bumpy natural rink blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon like a rolling stone going plink unaware while in camouflage pose disguised as one sneaky slippery fink that snuck up in a blink that found me squarely face down shattering left front tooth immediately discovered via tongue as private sleuth finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth as if on fire from red hot chili peppers wrought from jagged booth winning sympathy from parents who did level best to tend distraught son who ushered playback of events with less disastrous rerun praying for an angel to grant reverse outcome brought none gut wrenching grief immediately terminated former fun damage irreversible and perfect white smile forever broke con!