Virgin Islands Stories: The Tooth

Some years ago I sporadically worked as a boat captain for Delbert Parsons when he owned Ocean Runner. On one occasion I served as captain for a family of five, mom, dad and their three children. a boy age 13 and two girls ages 9 and 11.

We checked in at Jost Van Dyke and from there went to Norman Island to snorkel the caves.

I stayed aboard while the others snorkeled.

The family must have loved the snorkeling because they were gone quite some time. When they returned, they told me that coincidentally both of the girls had lost a baby tooth on the snorkel.

When they got aboard I asked the girls what happened to the teeth.

The father answered for them saying that the teeth had been committed to the sea.

“Don’t you believe in the tooth fairy?” I asked the girls. Again the father answered for his girls, Not in this family, we don’t,” he said.

A few weeks later I received a letter from the dad. It seems that the older of the two girls had written a story for school concerning lost baby teeth and belief in the tooth fairy, which he wanted to share with me.

The little girl’s story…

Once there were two ten-year-old girls who lived in the same town. One night both girls lost a baby tooth.

One of the girls had nice parents that believed in the tooth fairy. She put her tooth under her pillow that night and when she awoke the tooth was gone but there was a quarter in its place.

The other little girl had cheap, mean, stingy parents who didn’t believe in the tooth fairy. They told the little girl to throw the worthless tooth in the garbage.

The next day both little girls went with the other school children to an outing at the zoo. The two of them, being friends, stayed together. They were fascinated by all the animals and they strayed off to the farthest part of the zoo. They didn’t pay attention to the time and the rest of the class left without them.

The two girls walked together to the zoo entrance and waited for the bus that was going back to their neighborhood.

The one little girl, who had the quarter from the tooth fairy was able to board the bus and go home, but the other little girl didn’t have a quarter because her parents were mean and stingy and cheap and she couldn’t get on the bus. To make matters worse it began to rain… hard!

The little girl had to walk all the way home in the pouring rain, and she got pneumonia and died and her cheap parents were to blame.

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3 thoughts on “Virgin Islands Stories: The Tooth”

  1. A future Nobel prize winner in the making. Letting kids just be kids is part of being a kid. Santa to this day just amazes me, for nothing else but the look of awe on all those little faces. They have plenty of time to grow up, do we really want them to become just like us even sooner?? A little Magic and Mystery go a very long way in the mind of a child, least we can do is feed their reverence for believing in something that we dismiss as child like. I for one go to bed very early every Christmas Eve!

  2. Oh, so funny! To this day, my youngest daughter is afraid of Easter Rock after a 2006 Easter vacation when I told her the legend. Stories have power.

    Cheers, RickG

  3. Thank you for sharing that story! I knew I had to comment after I read it, and wouldn’t you know, the first poster is my son’s Dad. I must admit, I had to chuckle because this story sounds like something our son would say if we had squished his belief in magic before he was ready for it. Although he questions the reality of the Tooth Fairy, Santa, etc. I tell him that often times you must believe in something to make it a reality. A recent example of the magic children and belief can hold…. Our young pet chicken was traumatized by getting his foot stuck in a crack sometime during the night. When I went to free him from his night time coop he was lifeless. I scooped him up to see that he was still breathing, but unresponsive. I placed him in a box and checked his breathing throughout the next day. There was no change by the next morning. My son asked me, “Do you think he going to be ok?” My reply was, “No, I don’t think he is going to make it.” He looked me straight in the eye, and with great conviction, he said, “Mom, don’t think like that. You have to stay positive.” This was so out of character for him, and it hit me right in my soul. For the next couple of days I sat with the chicken on my lap and spoke to him, encouraged him. Two days later the chicken started to open his eyes. Two days later he was taking his first walk in the yard after the accident. I truly believe that had my son not said those words to me, our pet chicken would have perished. Belief is a strong and magical thing.

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