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Dragon Little couldn’t stop jumping up and down once she and Dragon Father emerged from the land of the tooth fairies and back into the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.

“That was awesome that was awesome that was awesome that was awesome!”

Dragon Father looked at her and smiled the way he had the entire day, happy that he could give her such a joyful day.

“Did you see when I bumped into them? Boom!” she mimicked the day’s action on her father, slamming into him.

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Five and a half year old Dragon Little was asleep on the deck, back leaning against the mast, head leaning back.

Her mouth and chin were still showing the dried remains of the little blood that had fallen come out of her mouth when her tooth was knocked out. He let out a small laugh and leaned down next to her.

In her hand, between her fingers, she was holding her tooth.

“Joy, Joy,” he said gently.

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“Joy…” Dragon Father said, his voice full of foreboding, “Did you jump in front of the broom so it would hit you?”

“I didn’t jump,” she said simply.

“Did you move when it came closer so it would hit you in the face?”

She shrugged. “I donnoe.”

“Joy… did you get hit on the face on purpose so you could lose a tooth?”

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The trouble began when the Wicked Witch fell off her flying broom, struck in the shoulder by Dragon Father’s laser.

The Wicked Witch fell, and the flying broom swung out of control, heading in circles in all directions in the air.

Dragon Little, still five and a half years old, stood next to her father and watched the broom lose control, come closer, further away, closer, and then suddenly whiz by her, striking her in the face as it turned around.

“Joy!”

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“Look, Dad, look.”

She and dragon Father were hiding behind barrels of rum on a dock, waiting for the pirates to arrive.

“What?”

She moved her shaky tooth to one side of her mouth. The tooth was now completely horizontal.

“Yai yai yai! Don’t show that to me!” Dragon Father shivered. “That’s--I can’t take that!”

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Dragon Little was five years old, when she stepped out of her cabin, shortly after being woken up, went to Dragon Father and said, “Dad, something’s wrong with my tooth.”

“Huh?” He turned around. It was one of his calmer mornings, where he would just lean on railing and look at the horizon silently.

“Look,” she opened her mouth and showed him one of her front teeth. “This one.”

“Does it hurt?”

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