Milk Cookies and Pixies

Foolishly, the young and now slightly bruised boy thought he could make his way through the house by memory alone. Somewhere along the line his memory had failed him, and his left elbow had paid the price. This was of little concern, if in the morning it was still raw mother would gingerly apply a Band-Aid and all would be well.  In the meantime however, there were more pressing matters at hand. The most concerning of which being this tooth fairy business; the other children at Mansfield’s school for boys might buy into this nonsense, but Peter knew better. Of all the stories that adults had told, the tooth fairy was the hardest to swallow. A pixie that trades in international currency to satisfy her unquenchable thirst for the teeth of small children? Not only was this story utterly ridiculous, it was told differently to each child whom Peter had questioned on the subject. Edmond for instance, claimed that the tooth fairy left a one pound note for each tooth she took, but Peter had been told she left fifty pence in place of her stolen treasures. This and many other inconsistencies led Peter to the conclusion that definite action must be taken to find out who or what was behind the web of deception. Thus Peter had hatched a plan; he had attached a bell to his tooth with a string, and hidden the bell a little further under the pillow. This was done so that the culprit would strike without fear of being detected, only to have the bell ring just as he or she pulled the tooth from under the pillow. When this happened Peter would spring from his sleep and finally get to the bottom of this mystery. In celebration of his grand scheme, Peter decided to go downstairs and have a glass of milk and a chocolate chip cookie or two. Foolishly, the young and now slightly bruised boy though he could make his way through the house by memory alone.