When I was really young I was skeptical about the tooth very. Nobody else. I decided to lay a trap one night, after losing a tooth: I piled up junk in front of my door, chairs, books, and everything I could find, before heading to bed. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a loud crash near my doorstep. The fairy at my door quickly vanished as I rose from my bed, and despite my search of the house, I never found him. He did look suspiciously like my father.
