Roba was kindly the first reader to suggest “pixie dust” to be transformed into a Tilly Putty Thought. This is what became of the two words.

A pixie is one type of a supernatural being that just flies around and does different things at different times. It is somewhat like the tooth fairy, in my head. Now the tooth fairy leaves no trace but a modest amount of money for a child who lost a tooth. I think that’s just pathetic. Why, you ask me.

Teeth are vital parts of the human mouth. And not only do they play a major role in grinding food and thus helping humans ,and other animals, digest that food, but they also make one look nice when one smiles. This is naturally conditioned by one’s having nice teeth, because it is logical to deduce that if one has damaged yellowish teeth then one’s smile wouldn’t be exactly attractive. So now that we truly know the value of the human tooth, let us look at the situation of a seven year old losing a most crucial part of her face.

Let’s say, in hypothesis and I wish this was true, that I am seven. One of my teeth starts having a mind of its own to the degree that whenever I eat a carrot it does a tribal dance. I wonder what could possibly be wrong with that tooth of mine and I rush to my mother to inquire about it.
Overwhelmed with fear and curiosity, I cry a bit before I disclose the matter. My mother reassures me that this is normal, she even starts telling me all about teeth and providing me with information that I did not really seek. This puts me in a state of constant wonder and I think it even traumatizes me for the rest of my life. As I do not comprehend the technique in which humans lose parts of their bodies and new parts come out in their place.
One day as I am brushing my teeth, the unstable tooth falls out. I hold it in my hand and run to my parents to show it to them. Still traumatized, I am promised a tooth fairy’s visit. They say she will give me money and, provided I carry out the ritual correctly and place my tooth under my pillow, will take the now useless tooth away.

I try to stay up in order to be able to spot the fairy, maybe even imprison her and ask for a ransom, but I am lulled into sweet sleep by a pixie. This pixie sprinkles some dust on my eyelids and they become utterly heavy and relaxed, and I sleep like a log.
The next morning I find a humble sum of money under my pillow. Whoever placed it there can not be serious. Only this much money in compensation for all that I have been through? I mean, even if I were to sell my tooth I would get more than this. My parents act all excited about the money when I show it to them, knowing fully well that they are pretending to be excited and are actually the comrades of the miserly tooth fairy.

I invoke the curses of heaven and those of the darkest hell to descend upon the tooth fairy. You must understand that I am only seven and I have lost a part of my body, and well, I am less than satisfied with my settlement with the tooth fairy. I raise my hands in prayer, I am about to voice my wicked supplication, but I am lulled back to sleep by the dust of that kind hearted pixie. Her magical dust sends me to worlds beyond this one and makes me forgetful of my previous temper.