"Your teeth become the stars," she writes back, amused by her lie.
She's constantly surprised by how quickly they eat it up; even with gaping holes in their mouths, they chew every inch of the fib as they imagine her: more fairy in flowing gowns than fanatic collector.
"Teeth become stars," she scoffs as she shakes her tooth-filled sack and envisions where she'll place them.
A few windchimes needed repair, but a brand new rainstick would be perfect. Luckily, she'd gotten a good haul. Little Betty's incisors would produce the ideal storm for a dark night with no stars in sight.
Happy National Tooth Fairy Day!