The others you may view with
alarm, but to this tooth you can point with pride. But have a
care--she is deceiving you.
Some night you go to bed and have a dream. In your dream it seems
to you that a fox terrier is chasing a woodchuck around and around
the inside of your head. In that tangled sort of fashion peculiar
to dreams your sympathy seems to go out first to the fox terrier
and then to the woodchuck as they circle about nimbly, leaping
from your tonsils to your larynx and then up over the rafters in
the roof of your mouth and down again and pattering over the
sub-maxillary from side to side. But about then you wake up with
a violent start and decide that any sympathy you may have in stock
should be reserved for personal use exclusively, because at this
moment the dog trees the woodchuck at the base of that cherished
tooth of yours and starts to dig him out. He is a very determined
dog and very active, but he needs a manicure. You are struck by
that fact almost immediately.
Uttering some of those trite and commonplace remarks that are
customary for use under such circumstances and yet are so futile
to express one's real sentiments, you arise and undertake to
pacify the infuriated creature with household remedies.
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