Faeries On a Mission

They crept stealthily, silently, across the dandelion. Shushing each other, shadow figures on a mission. The dandelion gracefully bent, helping them along. They were on their way to collect a six-year-old’s tooth. The tooth faerie was ill, so they had agreed to help out. Which tooth will it be? The elf asked. Not to worry, said one of the faeries. If we cannot find it, I can collect another one. They reached their destination and the tooth was nowhere in sight. The faerie took out her trusty pink hammer. With one whack, the child was now missing both front teeth. Exactly right! Her comrades agreed, having seen first grade photos.