Hey-ho Webbies,

Another writing prompt. Sorry I haven’t put one up in a while, but I’ve been working on the novel. This one needs serious work, as I just kind of plunked it out. But I thought it was cute. Enjoy!

I would bet that you have no idea about rock trolls, or living trees, desert elves, or rain gnomes. And why would that be? I mean every child knows about elves and fairies, right? Of course they do. They could tell about the creatures above, but you would take it as a fantasy. I’m here to tell you to listen to your children. They know more then you would dare to dream. Of course adults don’t dare to dream much, but I’m letting myself get side-tracked.

Let’s take one that everyone has heard of, but so few adults actually believe in. The tooth fairy.

A small creature, under the classification of tiny folk in fact, A little over a foot in height with a complete disregard for any type of clothing. They come in various shades of pastels; pink, lavender, butter yellow. With hair of a slightly dark hue then their skin. Their wings are of a dragonfly variety, with the occasional fairy kit being born with butterfly wings, although this usually denotes a less then pure bloodline.

Often found around the backs of dentist offices and the homes of small children. The tooth fairy’s primary food source is predictably, teeth. When procuring teeth from small children they will usually leave coins that are found in couch cushions or left on sidewalks. When procured from dentists trash they leave various dandelions and small rocks.
On occasion you do get a rouge tooth fairy who goes out of their way to push small children off the top bunks of beds, or provoke school yard fights with magics in order to obtain their calcium rich morsels. But these are usually handled by my agency with quick efficiency.

What is my agency you ask? Well I would have thought this obvious by now. I’m a member of the Magical Services Agency, policing division. And trust me the last thing you want is a rouge tooth fairy with a be-spelled canine spear. The hives don’t go down for a month.

Keep Surfing Webbies, and may all your Imaginings be Fertile!

–Stara