A wobbly tooth

On a very, very, cold, freezing, horrible night a storm came down . My tooth was very very wobbly .

Then one morning it was time to go to school.

At morning tea I ate an apple, boom! blood was on my apple and a tooth was on my apple too! How did it get there I wonder?

When I got home I showed my mum and dad my tooth.

When I grew up to be a adult I put it in my secret drawer. My daughter is only 8 years old. She knows that only I am allowed In It, only me! She took my tooth and put it under her pillow. The tooth fairy came and took the tooth but she put the money in my secret drawer.


THAT IS THE END OF THAT TOOTH STORY