Once Upon A Bed Again V (Fairy Prose)

(This is a continuing something or other.  I hope it will be a fairytale one day.  Previous to this can be found  https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/once-upon-a-bed-again-iv-fairy-prose/ and from there you can link to the others.  I hope to have this in  my top  menu in time.  Thank you for following this tale.  Any comments or suggetions are appreciated)

The Barely Loose Tooth

Before we begin our story this evening, I wanted to be certain to tell you that Bedroom Fairies and Tooth Fairies are not the same kind of fairy. For instance, Bedroom Fairies usually live most of their lives in beautiful fairy tree castles deep in the woods. This is a well-known fact. No one knows, or at least not many people know, where Tooth Fairies live, but most people know that Tooth Fairies are much tinier than Bedroom Fairies. Tooth Fairies must be tiny in order to reach under pillows to take a tooth and then reach back under the pillow to leave a present…all without waking up a sleeping child.

Now…I must bring you up to date about my daughter, Irene’s, most recent owie.  Perhaps you’d call it a boo boo.

Irene and Chloe were outside playing ‘chase the butterfly’. Irene had made Chloe a beautiful miniature butterfly net from a piece of an old nylon stocking glued to a bobby pin.

Suddenly, I heard quite a bit of commotion just outside my library window. The window was open and, just as I stood from my chair, Chloe came flying in. She dropped her butterfly net and hurried towards me. “Irene has fallen! She hit her mouth and her tooth is loose!” She flew beside me as I rushed outside.

“My tooth is loose!” Irene smiled. She was sitting under an old oak tree and I sat down beside her.

Chloe hovered about somewhat flustered and finally whispered in my ear, “She isn’t 5 yet so I haven’t had a chance to find a tooth fairy! This will never do!”

“Let’s see just how loose that tooth is,” I said. “Open wide and show me which tooth.” Irene very proudly opened her mouth and pointed to an upper front tooth. It was obvious she had been wiggling it because there were specks of dirt on the tooth. She tried to wiggle it again. “Let’s go inside so you can wash your hands,” I suggested.

Irene reached up for my hand and stood up. “Will the tooth fairy come tonight?” she asked. She skipped ahead of me and up the porch steps and into the hallway bathroom. Chloe looked back at me, flustered, and flew behind Irene into the house.

By the time Irene’s mother came home from work, it had been decided that Irene’s tooth was barely loose at all. Even so, my wife knelt in front of Irene to check for herself. “No pain?” she asked as she touched the tooth.

“Only a little,” Irene said. “Will the Tooth Fairy come tonight?”

“Not until your tooth falls out.” She kissed Irene’s cheek. “And it won’t fall out today.”

“Will it fall out by my birthday party?” In two days, on Saturday, Irene would be 5-years-old. “I hope it falls out by then so I can show Anne.” Anne was Irene’s best friend. She was almost 6 and had already lost two baby teeth.

After supper, while my wife was helping Irene with her bath, I tried to calm Chloe. “There’s plenty of time to find a Tooth Fairy,” I assured her. Not only are fairies difficult and sensitive, but they also require quite a bit of comforting.

“I’m not sure,” Chloe said. She had already stepped into her dewdrop and put on her soft pink nightgown that had sparkly parts on the bottom.

“Not sure?” I asked.

Chloe pouted. “Yes. I’m not sure where I will ever find the Tooth Fairy, for Irene, so quickly! I will be quite busy tomorrow.” Then she laid down, on a small leaf inside her dewdrop, and slept fitfully.

Ellespeth