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Part 2 of The Tooth Fairy
Alex placed the tooth in the middle of the letter, and folded it neatly, then he put them both in an envelope. Miss Tooth Fairy was written on the outside. He somberly placed the envelope under his pillow. Then he rushed outside to play. About an hour later, he returned, with a crowd of neighbor kids. He had taken a poll, and most of the kids got 50 cents for their teeth, but Daniel got a dollar, a whole dollar! And he never brushes his teeth, he said. I wished that I had never brought up the Tooth Fairy, but now I had to stick to my story. I brought cheese sticks and grape juice boxes outside, and questioned the kids about what they had heard about the tooth fairy. Satisfied it wasn’t much, I began to weave my Tooth Fairy story in my head.
When I was a kid, I actually did meet the Tooth Fairy. Everyone got quiet and looked at each other. I had a giant, macrame net, that my mother had made for me, and it held all of my stuffed animals, in a corner of my room. My uncle had taught me to make traps the Summer before, so I emptied my net and made a trap to catch the Tooth Fairy. I always slept in the bottom bunk, and I knew she would have to reach under my pillow, so I was ready. I put stuffed animals about to make my trap look like it was just some game. I laid very still and pretended to be asleep. There was a flutter of wings, and when I felt movement under my pillow, I pulled the cord. The net came down and there she was, the Tooth Fairy, looking me right in the eye.
Alex placed the tooth in the middle of the letter, and folded it neatly, then he put them both in an envelope. Miss Tooth Fairy was written on the outside. He somberly placed the envelope under his pillow. Then he rushed outside to play. About an hour later, he returned, with a crowd of neighbor kids. He had taken a poll, and most of the kids got 50 cents for their teeth, but Daniel got a dollar, a whole dollar! And he never brushes his teeth, he said. I wished that I had never brought up the Tooth Fairy, but now I had to stick to my story. I brought cheese sticks and grape juice boxes outside, and questioned the kids about what they had heard about the tooth fairy. Satisfied it wasn’t much, I began to weave my Tooth Fairy story in my head.
When I was a kid, I actually did meet the Tooth Fairy. Everyone got quiet and looked at each other. I had a giant, macrame net, that my mother had made for me, and it held all of my stuffed animals, in a corner of my room. My uncle had taught me to make traps the Summer before, so I emptied my net and made a trap to catch the Tooth Fairy. I always slept in the bottom bunk, and I knew she would have to reach under my pillow, so I was ready. I put stuffed animals about to make my trap look like it was just some game. I laid very still and pretended to be asleep. There was a flutter of wings, and when I felt movement under my pillow, I pulled the cord. The net came down and there she was, the Tooth Fairy, looking me right in the eye.
