 Post #3 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
As soon as she was given the space, Charner used it. For dramatic effect only of course, because not much space was needed to take a tooth out of a toadstool. But then, Charner liked dramatics, when they suited her. And now was that time. Now was her glorious victory over the drooling pit of a pod.
Pushing her sleeves up her elbows and further spreading the saliva on her arms, Charner marched right up to the toadstool and ... poked it with her toe. Another glob of drool dropped down from the cap, onto her foot, making her stare in disbelief at her foot. The Professor should have warned them about the drool. Or what Charner considered drool. What it actually was seemed rather debatable.
But nonetheless, they should have been told. ....And given wetnaps.
Placing one hand on the top of the toadstool, she leaned in close, as if whispering in the ear that didn't exist. "If I was allowed, I'd uproot you and use your fungi hide to keep my feet warm." This was the only time fungus and feet were acceptable in the same sentence.
With that declaration so that the toadstool knew she was showing mercy, forced by the hand of the Professor as it was, she reached down and under the cap once again. Wincing, she padded around the disgusting underbelly, occasionally giving a tug at one tooth or another that after a few pulls, she realized were too small to be the fang. Now, the logical point in this circumstance would be to duck, have a look under the cap, and locate the fang. Logical, given one had a normal toadstool.
Hers however, was a far cry from normal and there was no way she was chancing it.
So, by the time her little fingers wrapped around the fang and a small squeal of victory was made, the dragon hide gloves were slippery and worse for wear in that small scratches and scrapes kept them a far cry from being new. It made it extremely difficult to pull the tooth out, an action that required her on her knees to get the extra leverage.
But it finally came out with a pop. And as soon as it did, Charner was backing away from the toadstool. Sure she may have waved the fang tauntingly at the toadstool and she may have taken the first back from the girl that had been holding it and waved that one too. But the main point and focus should have been that both fangs were free. Free and in the depository jar. Completely covered in toadstool saliva, but there they were, all glistening and gross.
If the teacher thought she was going to clean those, there was another thing coming.
With a wide grin, Charner turned back to the girl that had helped her out and put her hands on her hips. She needed a shower terribly.
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I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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