10 Terry and the Tooth Fairy

CHAPTER 10 TERRY AND THE TOOTH FAIRY 'Twas the day of the toothache, when all through the tree Not a creature was stirring–no, not even me. Andy's tooth had been placed In a small glass with care In the hopes that the tooth fairy soon would be there.

Andy was nestled all snug in his bed, While visions of gold coins danced in his head. And me in the bathtub, blowing a bubble. Trying my hardest to stay out of trouble.* *And be really, really quiet!

When out in the forest there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bath to see what was the matter. A towel wrapped around me, I flew like a breeze, To the edge of the decking and peered through the leaves.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a little steam-powered machine drawing near. And a tiny toy truck with a miniature crane, From which dangled a hook on a small golden chain.

All led by a figure, so lively and airy, I knew in a moment it must be the tooth fairy! More rapid than eagles to the treehouse she came, And she whistled, and shouted, and called her helpers by name!

'Come, Achey! Come, Molar! Come, Driller! Come, Smash! To the top of the tree! To the bedroom let's dash! And we'll heave away, haul away our pearly prize For it's teeth that we gather, no matter the size!'