sun touches your pillow, and you, half asleep yet, reach underneath
to collect the fortune you dreamed of last night. Just before
bed, you deposited the pearly white treasure in the appointed place.
This morning, your fingers grope, and find...neither coin, nor tooth.
You've been robbed! And now you are wide awake. Simple
Rich, the Tooth Goblin, must have got to it before the fairy even
him, really; he has only a few grotty chompers himself. Look
there by the bed; the culprit waits in silent glee. The chase
is what he's about. Go on, nab him now. He's little
beastly, and a poor loser to boot, but Simple Rich does know the
rules: a coin for a tooth, a tooth for his mouth. Hoarding
them up in his pocket he is, waiting for some greater goblin to
fit you castoff baby ivories into his ratty trap.