Bad Fairy

Don't you hate when you don't have the right change?

Once upon a time the Tooth Fairy didn't have the right change. She checked all the usual spots, and even went out in the dark and the rain to check the specialized coin holder in her car (cleverly disguised as a common ashtray) but, alas, not a single 500-colon coin was to be found.

She had five 100-colon coins, but the potential consequences of this seemingly simple substitution were daunting. In the Fairy's experience, children love having their own money, and even more than that they love having a whole handful of their own money. And even more than that, they love having more money than their siblings.

Unfortunately, that night's client shared a home with another of Ms. Fairy's clients; one who had received but a single coin just a few short days before.

An unholy gleam came into the eye of the Tooth Fairy.

That night's client shared a home with another of Ms. Fairy's clients; one who had received but a single coin just a few short days before.

Again drawing on experience, Ms. Fairy crept stealthily down to the breakfast table of last week's young client and there, indeed, lay the prized 500-colon coin. Prized, yes; but quickly forgotten nonetheless.

With only the merest twinge of regret, the Tooth Fairy appropriated the forsaken booty and went about her appointed rounds, and when the abandoned prize was replaced not 24 hours after its filching, nary a soul was the wiser.