The Tooth Collector

Followed a squirrel this morning. Little red fellow with a stubby tail. Suspect he’s a dragon in disguise. What would make a better disguise for a dragon than a stubby tail? Clever!

Anyway, a new part of town suddenly appeared at the edge of the park just east of the inn. Strange, I thought. Towns don’t materialize at the edge of parks every day. Usually, they materialize at the edge of marketplaces!

I saw a dormouse running down an alleyway, so I thought I’d follow. Strange to see one in the middle of the day running down an alley. It probably couldn’t sleep.

It slipped out of view just as I turned the corner and found a tooth collector’s shop in my way.

The owner must take a lot of pride in his collections. He only accepts teeth after carefully inspecting the mouths they’re in. I know because I asked if he’d take my tooth, and I watched him looking in people’s mouths. He rejected a lot of teeth. I admire commitment to quality!

It was odd, though. He only collects human teeth. He’s missing out on really cool specimens from other critters, but some people do like to specialize. He probably wouldn’t have taken my wolf’s tooth even if he could have looked into the wolf’s mouth.

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