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Frolic could only blink at Ceridwen’s refusal. Why wouldn’t it work? No explanation came, though her older sister asked her what sort of thing might frighten a tooth. The pup stared as if she didn’t comprehend what was being asked, though secretly the cogs of her mind were spinning a million miles per hour.

MOIDER! she yelled. I’ll kill you! she added, speaking now to the loose tooth. I’ll whack—!

Without thinking it through, Frolic did just that: she punched herself right in the face. She managed to stun herself for a moment, though when she glanced down and saw the broken fang on the ground at her feet, she knew that it had worked.

Never mind the ache in her jaw, she clapped a sooty foot over her prize and grinned up at Ceridwen, now with a noticeable, bloodied gap.