My Teeth and I

A story for dentists

Richard’s teeth were having the time of their lives. Ever since their extraction, they’d been living it up, first in a charming villa in southern Spain. They basked in the sun on the Costa del Sol, their enamel gleaming brighter than ever. They sipped sangria from miniature glasses, the bubbles tickling their roots in the most delightful way. They even tried flamenco dancing, their wobbly movements causing quite a stir among the locals.

“Olé!” cried Molar, the ringleader of the group, as he attempted a twirl.

“Careful, you’ll chip yourself!” warned Incisor, the more cautious one.

But Molar was too busy having fun to worry. He had always been the adventurous type, eager to explore the world beyond Richard’s mouth. And Spain was just the beginning of their grand tour.

Next, they jetted off to Cornwall, England. The change of scenery was refreshing, the cool sea breeze a welcome contrast to the Spanish heat. They rented a quaint cottage overlooking the Atlantic, spending their days surfing the waves on tiny toothbrushes and building sandcastles with grains so fine they felt like sugar on their cusps.

One evening, as they gathered around a miniature campfire, sipping Cornish cider from thimble-sized mugs, Canine, the wise old tooth, shared a story.

“Did you know,” he began, “that before we were teeth, we were part of something even bigger? We were bones, formed deep within Richard’s body.”

The other teeth gasped.

“It’s true,” Canine continued. “We were part of his very being, helping him chew his food and speak his words. And even though we’re no longer in his mouth, we’re still connected to him in a way. We carry a part of his story with us.”

The teeth fell silent, contemplating Canine’s words. They realized that even though they were on a grand adventure, they were still linked to Richard, their former home.

And as they gazed up at the starry Cornish sky, they knew that their journey was far from over. They had many more places to see, many more experiences to have. But no matter where they went, they would always carry a piece of Richard with them, a reminder of where they came from and the adventures they shared.