cliff?”
“And what if at the bottom of the cliff were shards of broken glass floating in lava?”
“He would be doomed, doomed, doomed, and it would be all our fault!”
Nathan poked at his tooth some more. “I think I’ll wait for it to fall out on its own.”
Penny furrowed her brow in deep thought. “I wonder if the Tooth Fairy brings extra money to boys with sharp teeth?”
“The Tooth Fairy?” Nathan asked.
“You haven’t heard of the Tooth Fairy?”
Nathan shook his head.
“You, of all people, have never heard of the Tooth Fairy? What sort of upbringing did you have?” Penny bit her lip, as if realizing that she’d said something awful. “I’m sorry. Maybe your parents meant to tell you at a more appropriate time. When a little boy or little girl loses their baby teeth, they put them under their pillow, and when they wake up in the morning, they find that the Tooth Fairy has replaced the tooth with money!”
“Money for teeth? I don’t believe you.”
“Oh, well, you have to believe, or the Tooth Fairy won’t come.”
“What does she do with the teeth?”
“Nobody knows. Perhaps she makes necklaces out of them. Perhaps she grinds them up and makes chalk. Perhaps she even eats them.”
“Hmmmm,” said Nathan. “If these teeth are so valuable, maybe people should hang on to them instead of selling them off to a fairy.”
“That may very well be a wise idea,” said Penny. “Who knows? You could sell them for ten times what that miserly Tooth Fairy would have left.”
Nathan continued to work at the tooth. He did not have the courage to take any drastic measures to hasten its removal, but he wiggled it whenever he had a free moment, and he bit into apples harder than he might normally have done, and when he brushed he focused nearly twice as much attention on that particular tooth as he did the others.
And then, when he woke up one morning, the tooth was gone.
He’d lost his first tooth!
He was so excited he nearly cried out with joy.
But…where was it?
“I’ve swallowed my tooth!” he shouted. “I can’t believe I’ve done this!”
He’d lost his source of profit!
And more importantly, what devastation awaited his insides as this tooth made its way through his body? He could almost feel it, poking and jabbing and slicing through important parts. Oh no!
He started to run out of his bedroom, then caught himself and walked in a very, very, very, very slow manner, hoping to keep the tooth from moving around. Where was it now? Still in his stomach? Lodged two inches below his throat? He’d be lucky if it didn’t slice him open, neck to navel.
“What’s the matter?” asked Penny, wiping sleep away from her eyes as she emerged from her bedroom.
“I swallowed my tooth while I slept!”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, let’s look for it instead of rushing into a state of panic.” They walked into Nathan’s bedroom, where Penny gently pulled the blanket aside. She quickly plucked something small and white from on top of the sheet. “Here it is.”
She handed him the tooth.
“Thank you!” Nathan said. “I thought I was a goner!”
“You are a silly boy sometimes.”
Nathan held the tooth up to the light, admiring it from all angles. “I’m going to figure out exactly what the Tooth Fairy does with all of the teeth she purchases,” he said. “Maybe that’s how I’ll make us all rich!”
Of course, it cannot be forgotten that Nathan was only seven years old, and though his intentions were admirable, the lure of easy money was too much to resist. During dinner, he admitted to Penny and Mary that perhaps he ought not to interfere with the Tooth Fairy’s business, and would indeed place the tooth under his pillow.
It is now that we must step way from our story for a bit to speak to the younger readers of the tale of Fangboy. Though we hope you have enjoyed the narrative so far, and perhaps learned some valuable lessons from it, the next section will be of no interest to your youthful minds. You will find it dull and ponderous, and you may find yourself wishing to place the book aside rather than read it through to its conclusion. That would be a shame, for there are many adventures still to come, including some frightening moments and some derring-do action that will tickle your hearts. So when you reach the end of this section (which will be helpfully marked with “* * *”) skip ahead to the next section and resume reading as if you’d missed nothing.
Parents who are reading this book out loud to their children should also skip the following section.
Of course, there was no Tooth Fairy. When children placed their teeth under their pillow, the parents knew fully well that no magical fairy would appear in the home and secretly replace the tooth with money. It was, in fact, the parents themselves who did this, using their own money. This explained why rich children received large sums of money and poor children received small sums, in much the same way that the disproportionate gift distribution by Santa Claus always favored wealthy families, even though one might think that elves making gifts at the North Pole would be uninterested in a family’s socioeconomic status.
So in the middle of the night, after Nathan was asleep, Penny and Mary crept into his bedroom, moving with great stealth so as not to wake him up and expose the ruse. Penny reached underneath his pillow and withdrew the tooth, while Mary did the honor of sliding the money where the tooth had been.
They placed the tooth in a small jar, and Penny put it in the secret drawer of her tiny keepsake shelf.
The next morning, Nathan lifted his pillow and there were not one, not two, but
He thought about what he might buy. Lemonade? A suckling pig? Maybe he’d save it. Kids at school who were inclined to be mean to him might make less fun of a boy with three coins to show off.
But then he spent them all on comic books.
On the first day of school, he woke up with a stomachache, one that felt like a giant invisible hand was kneading his guts like pizza dough. For the briefest of instants he considered raising a fuss about it and declaring himself too ill to go to school, but he knew it was only his nerves and that Penny and Mary would make him go to school anyway.
Penny made him an extra-special breakfast of pancakes with strawberries on top. He ate slowly, the syrup congealing around his tongue.
“It will be fine,” she assured him.
They’d had an appointment with Nathan’s teacher, Mrs. Calmon, two days ago, just to be sure she was made aware of the situation. Mary did not come to this meeting, partly because she couldn’t take the time off work, and partly because she felt it was unnecessary. “Why would we
“It’s the responsible thing to do.”
“It’s like saying there’s something wrong with him.”
“It’s saying that there’s something
“Do whatever you want. But I won’t be there.”
Mrs. Calmon was a short, plump, ruddy-faced woman with brown hair tied into a tight bun.
“Are you sure he doesn’t belong in a school for special needs children?” she’d asked.
