Big Al's got a stash under his pillow. And tonight he gets a letter from the tooth fairy -
I heard you’ve been hoarding teeth.
Let me tell ya something – Santa Claus I ain’t. Santa..he’s got all the special powers; he knows when you’ve been good, he knows when you’re sleeping
I ain’t got squat for powers. Even my flying around comes by way of magic dust. Without it I’m as ordinary as you. But smaller. So here’s the deal. Ya gotta tell the ‘rents when you lose a tooth. Got it? I know what you’re playing at – you think I’m fake. I AIN’T FAKE!
But because I don’t have the magical powers that the big guy has…I have to rely on your folks to pass the news. You tell them, they wire me. Cash gets paid. And while I have your attention, let me tell ya something else. The fresher the better. Better = better payout. After a month or so – can you say, “barf!” seriously. I’ll pay like normal this time, but next time let’s get it right okay big guy?
And while we’re on the subject of mother’s and all things good – let me share something, fairy to tween. You see – mother’s – we love them, right? But they’re funny creatures…ya gotta tell ‘em sometimes. And honest to goodness, the payoff is worth it. Trust me on this one buckaroonie. When you go downstairs today, if you make a comment in regards to your mom’s slim-ness – it’ll be like you just won the golden egg for the day.
Anyway…gotta fly (get it? Fly?)
Remember…quicker notification next time. These bad boys are pretty stale
Tooth Fairy #5308
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