No Stars in Sight

She giggles at the notes sloppily written by children too eager for quarters than answers.

"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!