Humurous Picture Book |
When I bit into my little brother Henry’s caramel apple, it made my front tooth wiggle. Soon I could twist it back and forth. A final yank and there it was, sharp and white. “Put it under your pillow for the Tooth Fairy,” Mom said. The Tooth Fairy! I tried to stay up all night to meet her. When I peeked under my pillow the next morning, there was a crisp dollar bill. I missed her! I needed another tooth fast. I checked every tooth in my mouth. I checked every tooth in Henry’s mouth. I even checked every tooth in the cat’s mouth. Nothing loose. Then I got an idea. Grandma. At night Grandma pops her fake teeth out and plops them in a glass of water next to her bed. Yuck! I crept into her room as she snored and plucked the teeth from her cup. They felt lumpy under my pillow. Maybe they would help me stay awake. Nope. I missed the Tooth Fairy again! Grandma’s teeth were gone, two more dollars in their place. “Have you sheen my teet?” Grandma asked when I came into the kitchen. “I looked, but I can’t pind dem anywhere.” She dunked a piece of toast in her tea to make it mushy. I had to get her teeth back! I ran upstairs and counted my Tooth Fairy money. Could I buy them back? Dear Tooth Fairy, There was a mistake. I need my teeth back. Here’s your money. Your friend, Mary But the Tooth Fairy doesn’t collect notes… I trudged back downstairs. Out jumped Henry. “Raar! I’m a goblin!” he shouted, showing his costume to Grandpa. His grin revealed a mouthful of yellow, plastic fangs. I smiled slyly. “Only babies wear wax teeth,” I taunted. “I could take them off your hands if you want.” “No way. Go buy your own.” Not a bad idea, except I needed to pay off the fairy. “Please, Henry! I’ll make your bed for a week.” Henry shook his head and grinned. I was desperate. I dragged him into the hallway so Grandpa couldn’t hear us. “Henry,” I whispered. “This is an emergency! I took Grandma’s teeth and gave them to the Tooth Fairy. Now I need to buy them back. I need your teeth to get the Tooth Fairy to come.” “You’re in big trouble!” Henry howled. He didn’t need those plastic teeth. He was already a creep! “I’ll let you go trick or treating with me,” I pleaded. “And half your candy.” I grimaced. “Fine.” As Henry handed over his teeth Grandpa shuffled by. I smiled sweetly at him and ran to my room. That night I placed the letter under my pillow with the money and Henry’s fangs. The next morning there was a tooth all right. My old lost tooth! Didn’t she know I meant Grandma’s teeth? I put my old tooth and a bunch of candy corn under my pillow with a new letter. Dear Tooth Fairy, Thanks for returning my tooth, but I meant my Grandma’s teeth. I borrowed them without asking. Now all she can eat is mushy stuff. You never have to give me money again if you bring hers back! Thanks a lot, Mary I hope the Tooth Fairy makes exchanges. A rustling noise woke me. It was dark, and I felt a lump under my pillow. Grandma’s teeth! I rushed into the hallway, colliding with Grandpa. “What’s that you got there?” he pointed. Then I burst into tears and blabbed the whole story. “I just wanted to meet the Tooth Fairy!“ I sniffled. Grandpa patted my arm comfortingly, “I’ll just give these teeth back to your Grandma. I don’t think she’ll be too upset. She knows how tricky that fairy can be. Was that all that was under your pillow?” I rushed back to look. My Tooth Fairy money! I heard Grandpa call out, “You and Henry go easy on the candy. It isn’t good for your you-know-what.” I think Grandpa may know what he’s talking about. |