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y,I hate to be a bother, but I left my tooth under my pillow for two nights. It was a good tooth, hardly used and it didn’t even have a cavity. I know you are very busy with so many kids losing teeth. But your attention to this oversight would be appreciated,Your friend,CarolynI thought about where to send the letter. It wasn’t like the tooth fairy had a convenient address such as the North Pole. I determined that my parents had some pull with the tooth fairy so I put the letter on their bedroom door. Their room was right across from mine, and somehow I figured that the tooth fairy would look there first.I hunted for a piece of tape or a tack to attach my letter to the door but all I found was a coil of rope. I took the letter and tied it to the end of the rope. Then I wound the rope around my parents’ bedroom door. I climbed on to a chair, threw the rope over the top of the door, hopped down, pulled the rope under the door, then back onto the chair to throw the rope over the top of the door, and jump to the floor, until I ran out of rope. For extra security I tied the tail end of the rope on the door knob.The next morning I reached under my pillow very slowly, hoping to find my shiny quarter. I felt the cold metal and I excitedly pulled it out from under the pillow. It was a dirty old nickel. Not the quarter straight from the mint that the tooth fairy always brought.Disappointed, I knocked the pillow across the room. But there resting on the bed where the pillow had been was a pile of change and an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope and the

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re was a shiny silver dollar!I scooped up the loot, and ran into my parents’ bedroom, waking them up. Mom laughed, and winked at Dad. She said “Your letter must have really impressed the tooth fairy.” My dad said he was impressed with my engineering feat. Then mom asked my father a completely irrelevant question. She wanted to know when had he gone to the bank. Dad said he hadn’t and didn’t know where it came from. “It what?” I asked. “Nothing” they replied in unison as they counted my bounty — $4.75 in change and a shiny silver dollar.My Aunt and Uncle were visiting at the time and over breakfast they asked if the tooth fairy had remembered me. “Oh Yes!” I chirped and showed them the loot.Then my aunt asked my mother when she had gone to the bank. My mother replied, “I thought you had gone to the bank.”“No, not me,” my aunt said.What was with these people and the bank?My dad quipped, “Well I guess your letter really paid off!”Mom, Dad, Aunt Frances, Uncle Eddie, my two eldest brothers and cousin had all slipped quarters and change under my pillow. The going rate was a quarter per tooth but since the tooth fairy simply forgot me — twice — they threw in a little extra. None of them knew anyone else had already played tooth fairy that night, so the cash pile kept growing.No one knows who left the envelope with my name printed so neatly and the shiny silver dollar in it — except me! To this day, I am certain that the tooth fairy was so impressed with my letter that she left me the shiny silver dollar, fresh from the mint stamped with the year 1962.</article></body>

Tooth Fairy Made Me Rich

Tooth Fairy’s oversight

I woke up with a start, flung my pillow off the bed, and stared in disbelief — lying there was the same bloody tooth I had put under my pillow for the last two nights. The tooth fairy forgot me, again! I burst into tears. I couldn’t understand this grievous oversight of the typically reliable tooth fairy.

Red-eyed from crying, I went downstairs to breakfast. Without asking what was wrong my mother said, “I’m certain the tooth fairy will come this evening.” It frightened me a little that my mother could read my mind so easily.

However, I was not convinced the tooth fairy would remember. Forget me once — okay-simple oversight. Forget me twice, something was wrong.

The tooth fairy never forgot my brothers. I began to speculate, “Perhaps the tooth fairy had been hurt by some kid rolling over in his sleep. Maybe she was working overtime because all those hungry children in China, you know, the ones we are supposed to clean our plates for — they most have lost their teeth.” Before I could conjure anymore alternative explanations, Mom smiled and repeated, “I’m certain the tooth fairy will come this evening.”

I needed to take action. I wrote the tooth fairy a letter.

Dear Ms Fairy,

I hate to be a bother, but I left my tooth under my pillow for two nights. It was a good tooth, hardly used and it didn’t even have a cavity. I know you are very busy with so many kids losing teeth. But your attention to this oversight would be appreciated,

Your friend,

Carolyn

I thought about where to send the letter. It wasn’t like the tooth fairy had a convenient address such as the North Pole. I determined that my parents had some pull with the tooth fairy so I put the letter on their bedroom door. Their room was right across from mine, and somehow I figured that the tooth fairy would look there first.

I hunted for a piece of tape or a tack to attach my letter to the door but all I found was a coil of rope. I took the letter and tied it to the end of the rope. Then I wound the rope around my parents’ bedroom door. I climbed on to a chair, threw the rope over the top of the door, hopped down, pulled the rope under the door, then back onto the chair to throw the rope over the top of the door, and jump to the floor, until I ran out of rope. For extra security I tied the tail end of the rope on the door knob.

The next morning I reached under my pillow very slowly, hoping to find my shiny quarter. I felt the cold metal and I excitedly pulled it out from under the pillow. It was a dirty old nickel. Not the quarter straight from the mint that the tooth fairy always brought.

Disappointed, I knocked the pillow across the room. But there resting on the bed where the pillow had been was a pile of change and an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope and there was a shiny silver dollar!

I scooped up the loot, and ran into my parents’ bedroom, waking them up. Mom laughed, and winked at Dad. She said “Your letter must have really impressed the tooth fairy.” My dad said he was impressed with my engineering feat. Then mom asked my father a completely irrelevant question. She wanted to know when had he gone to the bank. Dad said he hadn’t and didn’t know where it came from. “It what?” I asked. “Nothing” they replied in unison as they counted my bounty — $4.75 in change and a shiny silver dollar.

My Aunt and Uncle were visiting at the time and over breakfast they asked if the tooth fairy had remembered me. “Oh Yes!” I chirped and showed them the loot.

Then my aunt asked my mother when she had gone to the bank. My mother replied, “I thought you had gone to the bank.”

“No, not me,” my aunt said.

What was with these people and the bank?

My dad quipped, “Well I guess your letter really paid off!”

Mom, Dad, Aunt Frances, Uncle Eddie, my two eldest brothers and cousin had all slipped quarters and change under my pillow. The going rate was a quarter per tooth but since the tooth fairy simply forgot me — twice — they threw in a little extra. None of them knew anyone else had already played tooth fairy that night, so the cash pile kept growing.

No one knows who left the envelope with my name printed so neatly and the shiny silver dollar in it — except me! To this day, I am certain that the tooth fairy was so impressed with my letter that she left me the shiny silver dollar, fresh from the mint stamped with the year 1962.