# Lewis and the Star Tooth Lewis was seven years old, which meant he was old enough to ride his bike really fast, build enormous blanket cubbies, and know important things about dinosaurs. But on this particular Tuesday afternoon, Lewis discovered something even more important. His biggest tooth was wobbly. Not just a little bit wobbly. It wiggled left and right, forwards and backwards, and if he pushed it with his tongue it felt as if it might leap right out of his mouth and land in his bowl of Weet-Bix. "Mum!" Lewis called. "I think it's coming out!" Freya, his three-year-old sister, came racing into the kitchen with her shoes on the wrong feet. "Show me! Show me!" Lewis opened his mouth wide. Freya gasped. "That's ENORMOUS!" Lewis grinned proudly. "It might be the biggest tooth ever lost by a seven-year-old." That evening, just as the sun was setting over the back garden, the tooth finally popped out while Lewis was eating a crunchy apple. He held it carefully in his hand. It really was huge. Bigger than his other lost teeth. Much more important too. "The Tooth Fairy can't just take this one away like normal," Lewis said thoughtfully. "It needs something special." Freya nodded very seriously. "Very special." From underneath the kitchen table came a small sneeze. "Achoo!" Lewis and Freya looked down. Their sausage dog, Pixie, blinked up at them with her shiny brown eyes. Now, to everyone else, Pixie was simply a very cute dachshund who liked belly rubs and stealing socks. Voir plus