Once upon a time, in a dark and stormy mouth, a plethora of teeth sat poised for war. These teeth generally lived in a peaceful, amicable state. They'd work together when it rained, rub shoulders when the cheeseburgers and cake passed through town, and generally just looked forward to their ritual scrubbings accompanied by vast amounts of tingly foam. They lived in this pristine state for many years. But one day, it was clear that change was on the horizon, literally!Actually, that's were I finally ended the story. I have the real ending in my head but it hasn't been recorded yet. I think this is a pretty good start though! Especially for coming up with it spur of the moment and text by text!
The teeth with epiglottis-front property noticed it first. These were the strong teeth of the mouth, tasked with many of the formidable burdens. Among these burdens was the daily responsibility of peering down the endless, dreary tube from whence most passers-by did not return. On this particular morning though, when the four sentries set about their peerings, they realized they were not alone in their backyards. Huge mounds had moved in overnight. Among other things, the sentries immediately noticed that these mounds would cramp their style if they got any bigger! They would block their scenic views of the rolling tongue, cavernous tonsils, and the sexy incisors they longed to be with but could never have.
Certainly it was clear that something had to be done. The sentry teeth knew they couldn't rid the peaceful mouth village of the growing mounds by themselves. They simply didn't have the appendages! But the sentries knew of something more powerful than they. Something that, when provoked just right, would stop at nothing to rid the mouth of its new mandible additions. This power was known far and wide throughout the body as the central nervous system, controlled by....THE BRAIN!!!
The sentries knew their only chance of communicating their distress came hundreds of times a second in little messages they had long ago affectionately dubbed neurons. The sentries knew these new guys in town wouldn't be familiar with the ways of these neurons so they devised a scheme whereby the mounds would be held submissive and uneducated. They started flattering these new teeth, almost from the time they burst free of their fleshy hiding places.
Everyday they would take great care to shower these teeth in compliments and accolades. Telling them they had no need for the mandatory New Organ Training and calling them "wise". At the same time, the sentries also took great care to ensure that the neurons realized what trouble these teeth of wisdom were causing. In fact, teeth all across the mouth worked together to set the wisdom teeth up for failure. The incisors bit off more than the molars could chew and the molars stored bits of what they couldn't chew around and in between the wisdom teeth.
Many years passed as this continued and eventually the sentries received the news they had hoped for. The brain had decided that it was time for the wisdom teeth to go! After patting the neuron bearing these good tidings on the back receptor, they made a horrible realization: the wisdom teeth had heard the news of their impending termination!!! All these years of trying to keep the wisdom teeth ignorant of the neuron's existance and they had blown it by acknowledging the one that notified them of their foe's removal! Sufficeth to say, the wisdom teeth were enangered. They went into a blind rage that sent the whole mouth into a storm of chaos. Now the story begins...
I was quite pleased.
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