You wake up and count your teeth to make sure they are all still there. They all are. None have tried to escape during the night to the mouth of a more interesting person. NO...(there's a word I'm trying to think of...it's from a Russian movie...that is, an American movie with a Russian character....... in it......) Anyway, no teeth have defected (THERE'S THE WORD! I SHALL CELEBRATING BY THROWING SOMETHING IN THE SKY!). You itch a scratch and wonder what mutiny may have caused it in this day and age. You itch another scratch. So many itchy. Then something moist. You've probably got a carrot.