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The Tooth

This morning I felt my tooth was wobbling. I was so terrified! On the way to kindergarten I kept touching it with my tongue, I just couldn’t stop.
When I told my friends that I had a wobbly tooth, everyone wanted to look and touch it, until it was just hanging, on what seemed like, a thin string.
Yula told me that, “You, probably, are affected by a scary disease. Mum said there is this nasty sickness, from which all your teeth fall out.”
Soon arrived Losev, who was very late.
When the gossip about my wobbling tooth got around to him, he also wanted to touch. Losev reached into my mouth and tugged on my poor tooth so hard, it ended up in his hand.
“Don’t you worry,” shrugged Losev, “Where going to put right back in. Give me something heavy please!”
Then Marsha ran straight to the teacher and told her in a scared voice that all my teeth will shower out of my mouth.
“That’s normal,” answered Vera Alexandrovna, “They will all fall out by the age of ten.”
“Really?” I shuddered, “And what will I eat with?”
“New teeth will grow, and these are just baby teeth.”
Losev nodded.
“Then I’m not a baby anymore,” I smiled.