Twilla felt a tiny tap in her palm. Her first baby tooth had come out. She slipped it under the waiting pillow and whispered, “Who is the tooth fairy, really?”
Then into bed went Twilla. She peeked under the pillow once, then twice, then a third time. Poof went the pillow. Rustle went the sheets. Twilla giggled and listened hard for fairy sounds.
The room grew very still. Moonlight lay across the windowsill. Everything waited.
In the night, Twilla woke. A silver sparkle slipped from the windowsill to the pillow. Pop! Out came the tooth. It zipped through the air like a tiny white boat, and Twilla watched, amazed and a little shy.
Soft chiming filled the room. The sparkle twinkled all around. To Twilla, it looked as if baby teeth were turning into bright, starry treasure.
Twilla laid her hand on the pillow as the sparkle settled. In the morning, the tooth was gone. A small shining coin waited in its place. Twilla smiled, patted the pillow, and felt ready for the next wiggly tooth.
