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The screaming and shouting and pinballing continue as the Tooth Fairy adds magical lights to the sky, more rules to the game, and makes it more complicated and more fun every few minutes.
Joy and Charlie are having the time of their lives, flying, bumping, crashing in the sky.
And then, after a few hours, it’s over.
Joy drinks. The Tooth Fairy creates a bathroom for her to go to. And when she returns, the mood is much more somber.
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We don’t wait more than a few seconds when suddenly something green begins to grow where the kids buried the Last Tooth Dust.
Then the green turns to leaves, then the leaves grow on a stem that grows up and up, widening and turning into a tree trunk. The trunk grows high, and the higher it goes, the thicker it grows. Branches and leaves extend from it every which way, hiding the trunk from view.
High above, the trunk appears to be almost a kilometer high, when the sky cracks open revealing another sky. It is as if a wormhole has appeared in the middle of the sky.
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“All right, kids, you know the drill,” Justin says. “Dig a small hole!”
Joy and Charlie run forward, go down on their knees, and start burrowing in the desert sand with their hands.
For the last almost three years now, they’ve come here every time Joy lost one of her teeth. Yes, they know what to do. I’ve come with them every time, but they had never let me into the world of the Tooth Fairy because I couldn’t climb the Tooth Tree at my age.
“But, Justin,” I say. “You asked us to keep the tooth. How can you keep her last tooth if we’re going to bury it?”
Justin gives me a wink and a smile then returns to look at the kids.
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Suzy smiles, “Aye aye, captain!”
“Walter Shelley, are you ready to see the Tooth Fairy?”
I try to come up with something smart to say, like ‘ready as a bird of prey descending on a dead wolf’, but I feel I’ll regret it, so I just say, “I’m ready.”
“Is the last tooth here?”
Suzy raises the small plastic jar that holds it. “You asked me to put it in a–”
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Dragon Little couldn’t stop jumping up and down once she and Dragon Father emerged from the land of the tooth fairies and back into the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.
“That was awesome that was awesome that was awesome that was awesome!”
Dragon Father looked at her and smiled the way he had the entire day, happy that he could give her such a joyful day.
“Did you see when I bumped into them? Boom!” she mimicked the day’s action on her father, slamming into him.
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The Tooth Tree sprouted within a minute.
Dragon Little and Dragon Father looked at it, standing on the barren sand of Tooth Island.
The sprout thickened into a massive vine, multiplied into multiple vines, and all the vines skyrocketed upwards, meshing into each other, jutting out, then getting entangled again, as if in a competition to get higher faster.
A doorway opened in the sky, a bright light and seemingly a tear within the fabric of space.
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Tooth Island had not been there, on Earth’s ocean, until Bonny’s Revenge reached it. It was summoned by the dreamer without his knowledge.
They parked Bonny’s Revenge at the edge of the small island. It was a small, barren island.
“Why is this called Tooth Island?” Dragon Little looked around. “There’s nothing here.”
“Do you have your tooth?”
She showed it to him.
“Dig a small hole and bury it.”
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“Where should we go?” he said. “Mars?”
“Dad!”
“I know! We should go to Robot Planet!”
“Dad! We’re going to Tooth Island!”
“Yes, but where are we going? Into the sun?”
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Five and a half year old Dragon Little was asleep on the deck, back leaning against the mast, head leaning back.
Her mouth and chin were still showing the dried remains of the little blood that had fallen come out of her mouth when her tooth was knocked out. He let out a small laugh and leaned down next to her.
In her hand, between her fingers, she was holding her tooth.
“Joy, Joy,” he said gently.
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“Joy…” Dragon Father said, his voice full of foreboding, “Did you jump in front of the broom so it would hit you?”
“I didn’t jump,” she said simply.
“Did you move when it came closer so it would hit you in the face?”
She shrugged. “I donnoe.”
“Joy… did you get hit on the face on purpose so you could lose a tooth?”
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The trouble began when the Wicked Witch fell off her flying broom, struck in the shoulder by Dragon Father’s laser.
The Wicked Witch fell, and the flying broom swung out of control, heading in circles in all directions in the air.
Dragon Little, still five and a half years old, stood next to her father and watched the broom lose control, come closer, further away, closer, and then suddenly whiz by her, striking her in the face as it turned around.
“Joy!”
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“Look, Dad, look.”
She and dragon Father were hiding behind barrels of rum on a dock, waiting for the pirates to arrive.
“What?”
She moved her shaky tooth to one side of her mouth. The tooth was now completely horizontal.
“Yai yai yai! Don’t show that to me!” Dragon Father shivered. “That’s--I can’t take that!”
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Dragon Little was five years old, when she stepped out of her cabin, shortly after being woken up, went to Dragon Father and said, “Dad, something’s wrong with my tooth.”
“Huh?” He turned around. It was one of his calmer mornings, where he would just lean on railing and look at the horizon silently.
“Look,” she opened her mouth and showed him one of her front teeth. “This one.”
“Does it hurt?”
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