Morning fills the cozy woodland home. Breakfast waits on the sunny table, and the bathroom sink gleams nearby.
Bristle Bloom crunches through breakfast. Then she spots the toothbrush by the bright sink. "Again? I brushed last night!"
Sun flashes on the faucet. Bristle Bloom squints at the bristles like they are asking a tricky question.
She grins at the mirror and blows a big "haaa" into her paws.
She leans closer. In her mind, tiny sugar bugs do a jig on her shiny teeth. Tap-tap. Wiggle-wiggle.
"Hey! Shoo!" Bristle Bloom blurts. The silly picture makes her grab the toothbrush to see what happens.
She scrubs the front teeth first. Swish-swish! Minty foam pops at the corners of her mouth.
In the mirror, the pretend sugar bugs slide away and disappear.
Later, breakfast crumbs dot the sunny tablecloth.
Bristle Bloom glances back toward the sink and wonders if nighttime needs its own sweep too.
At bedtime, the house goes hush. The bathroom waits, quiet and dim.
Bristle Bloom pads in and sees a sticky smear from a sweet snack on the cup.
For one small moment, she stares at the toothbrush.
Then she lifts it high. "No bedtime bug party tonight."
She brushes top, bottom, front, and back until rinsed bubbles sparkle in the sink.
In bed, Bristle Bloom gives one last wide grin to the dark window. Her clean teeth shine like tiny moons.
