Caspian had bad teeth. He’d always had bad teeth even though he brushed regularly. And now the front bottom teeth had worked their way into a squeezed-up bunch in the middle. The specialist recommended their removal. They were taken out.
Caspian was never so glad as when the epidemic came along. The Prime Minister issued a mandate: Everyone had to wear a mask when in the company of others. Caspian was so pleased that he had the opportunity to hide his lack of teeth.
Caspian was able to thank the Prime Minister personally.
“That’s alright, dear,” said Caspian’s Grandma. “Helping relatives is why we do things. You can return the favour if you ever get to be the Prime Minister like me.”
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