An Adventure for Dentures Page 2
by Zoë Burton
"My teeth are already working," Mr. Clark muttered to himself.
He sat down in his favorite spot outside with just the perfect amount of shade. The sun was shining and the breeze was light. A hummingbird fluttered around the garden and bees were buzzing over some dandelions. Mr. Clark had finally gotten comfortable and into his book when he notice someone towering over him; it was the older lady.
"Those are some unique teeth you have there," she said.