The next morning was just as scary and crazy as the day before.
I woke up around eight o'clock and found the houise empty... wel, except Chris who was snoring in his hideaway under my bed. so I went down, changed into normal clothes, grabbed an aplle for breakfast and headed back as my ears caught a rather ...strange sound. I turned arround, looking for the origin since it was way to hoigh to cpme from Chris but I didn't find anything. As I turned around again I almost fell down the stairs.
I was facing a little half human half hummingbird that was not bigger than a football.
It grinned shyly at me and started to chirp and point and point again and miming strange things.
"Do you want to... dunno, um, knock me out?"
It shook its head in complete disagreement and looked slightly unnerved at me. And started to point and mine again.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. hold on, lil chap. What are you trying to tell me?"
Again desperate trys of nonverbal conversation.
"You... want my... tooth?"
The furious nod was the only answer I needed.
"Which one?"
More chirping.
"The old one? Forget it, there have been thousands of docs trying to get it out. It won't leave."
The tooth we were talking about was my last milk tooth. It was the second molar on the lower left hand side and even though there was no dental root it stuck in my mouth. The docs have been trsying very hard to get it out and since no one would listen to me two of them got knocked out by me. I didn't do it on purpose, but no one listened to me and as they started to become scary and tried to use creepy metal things to lever the tooth out of my jaw I, um... got very scared. I used to get panic attacs when I was at the docs anyway, but as I saw the giant and indisputable brutal instruments something clicked out and I knocked two of them out.
But I have to say it was just a love tap.
Nobody but those sissies would've passed out.
Well, and since then I have a very bad reputation in the environment of dentists. The rest of them refused to deal with me.
"You won't leave without it, huh? Okay, go ahead."
The little bird flew towards me and I opened my mouth.
"Um... I really don't wanna kill you but I'm a little scared that I'll bite your head off because of a reflex."
Another shaking of its head to ensure me that I wouldn't kill it accidentally.
"Okay... if you say so."
Silent yes.
So I opened my mouth again and tensed the muscles of my jaw.
After a while of pushing and pulling and shoving the gums away suddenly there was a strange feeling.
Or rather a not-feeling. Numbness.
The tooth was gone.
A/N: Sorry, very short but thanks for the reviews! There's just not much time left 'cause I'll leave tomorrow and won't come back for two weeks. Sorry. So, merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all! What about something salty this time? Well, I prefer cookies but you don't seem to like them too much...