Leaning low to sniff at a tray of milk and cookies, the tooth fairy guzzled the former and scattered the latter. Sweet calcium. Horrid cavities.
A noise. Movement briefly focused its compound eyes. A child! There was something about that.
It quickly pondered the guidelines Nicholas had laid out for them while he battled his illness. Visit houses. Leave gifts for good children. Good children will be asleep.
Heavy pliers dragged across the linoleum tile as it turned towards its prey. “You are not good,” the thing growled. Its wings droned in the morning silence. “I take my payment now.”
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