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Frolic relentlessly wiggled her tooth until Ceridwen’s tale captured her attention. She stared at the older girl, taking the story at face value. She pictured trees bristling with teeth and laughed because it seemed so absurd. How come she’d never seen one?

I wanna see! Kin we see you’s? Or mama’s? Or papa’s? Or literally anyone else’s, Frolic wasn’t fussy (about this, anyway). Kin we, Frolic continued without taking a breath, eyes widening a bit now, plant m’toof if it falls out?

Perhaps an ordinary child might’ve shied away from the thought of losing a tooth. Surely it would hurt! And wouldn’t it be missed? But according to Ceridwen, Frolic could plant it and grow many spares. So, naturally…

How’d I get it out? she chirruped, her words blurring together as she simultaneously tongued her tooth and brought up a socked paw to tug at it.

No worries.