That evening after the other Tooth Fairies had flown off to look under all the pillows on Meddybemps, Fiona sat on a toadstool in the moonlight and waited. She mumbled to herself, "No one in her right mind would apply for this job." Out of the darkness, a sweet little voice said, "Oh, I've wanted to be a Tooth Fairy since I was a tiny girl. I'll work hard. You'll see. I'll be the best Tooth Fairy there ever was! My name is Frog-... Frogetta. Please call me Froggie." "Come into the light, my dear," said Fiona. "Let me see you." Frogwart had disguised herself to look like a young teenage girl. "She's frightfully big for a Tooth Fairy," thought Fiona, "but she might be less likely to be crushed by fishermen who flop around like tunas." They talked for a while. Fiona learned what she could about Froggie. There was something a little odd about her, but she was very eager and Fiona was desperate. When the other fairies returned, Fiona introduced them to Froggie, the new Tooth Fairy Trainee. Froggie curtsied politely and giggled. Previous Page | Next Page Copyright 1996, 1999, 2000, Jerry Jindrich. All rights reserved.