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In Saoirse's moonlit bedroom, Saoirse sits upright in her bed while a glowing Tooth Fairy hovers above her pillow, silver light shimmering around them. Soft night shadows fill the cozy indoor room.
The moon was bright and round. Saoirse was almost asleep when a silver light swirled above her pillow. A tiny voice whispered her name. Saoirse opened her eyes wide. A glowing Tooth Fairy hovered in the air, sparkling like stars. Her wings shimmered softly. Saoirse sat up in bed. Her heart beat fast. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Something magical was about to happen.
By the bedside nightlight, the Tooth Fairy leans closer, smiling kindly, as Saoirse kneels on the blanket clutching it with both hands. Gentle silver glow lights the dark room, highlighting Saoirse's wide-eyed expression.
The Tooth Fairy floated closer. Her voice was gentle and kind. We have a sticky problem, she said. A child fell asleep without brushing their teeth. Saoirse's eyes grew wide. The Tooth Fairy smiled softly. I need your help tonight. You can be a brave Smile Guardian. Saoirse felt nervous and excited. Her heart was beating very fast. But she wanted to help.
On the dimly lit bed, the Tooth Fairy demonstrates slow breathing, lifting a tiny hand while Saoirse mirrors her, sitting cross-legged with calm eyes. Soft moonlight through the window creates quiet silver stripes across the quilt.
Guardians breathe first, the Fairy whispered. She showed Saoirse how to be calm. Take a slow breath in, she said. Saoirse breathed in slowly. Now blow it out slowly. Saoirse blew the air out. Her heartbeat softened. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Much slower now. I'm ready, Saoirse said. She felt brave and calm. The Fairy smiled with pride.
In the dark bedroom, Saoirse rises slightly above the mattress, new silver wings fluttering behind her as sparkles swirl like fireflies. Soft moonbeams bathe her delighted face in cool luminous light.
Silver sparkles twirled around Saoirse. They danced like tiny fireflies. Her toes began to tingle. It felt like soft bubbles. Tiny wings appeared on her back. They glowed with silver light. She was a Smile Guardian now. Saoirse giggled with wonder. The wings fluttered gently. She lifted off her bed. Flying felt like floating on clouds. Magic filled the room.
High in the open night sky, Saoirse and the Tooth Fairy glide beside the bright full moon, counting to five while cool starlight paints their faces. Rooftops and tiny houses far below form a sleepy patchwork.
They flew into the night sky together. The stars twinkled all around them. The moon watched them fly. Count to five as they glide, said the Fairy. One, two, three, four, five. Saoirse counted as they soared. The wind was cool and gentle. Her long light brown hair streamed behind her. Houses looked tiny far below. Flying was wonderful. They zoomed toward a quiet bedroom window.
Inside a dark, quiet bedroom, Saoirse and the Tooth Fairy stand beside a sleeping child, staring into the open mouth where green tooth germs leap and dance among dull teeth. Moonlight through curtains casts pale stripes across the scene.
They landed inside a quiet bedroom. The child was fast asleep. The Fairy pointed to the child's mouth. Inside was chaos. Green tooth germs bounced everywhere. They giggled and danced around. We love sugar crumbs, they chanted. The germs were having a party. Saoirse gasped at the sight. There were so many of them. The teeth looked sad and dull. Something had to be done.
Still beside the sleeper's bed, Saoirse takes a deep breath then blows a strong Whoooosh toward the open mouth, scattering some green tooth germs into the shadowy room. The Tooth Fairy hovers nearby under soft bedside lamp glow.
Stay calm, said the Fairy gently. Blow them away first. Saoirse remembered her breathing. She took a deep breath in. Then she blew with all her might. Whoooosh went the air. The germs wobbled and shook. Some flew away into the darkness. But the biggest ones held on tight. They were very sticky. More help was needed. Saoirse looked at the Fairy.
With a dazzling flash inside the dim bedroom, a superhero toothbrush with bright cape lands upright on the nightstand, its bristles gleaming like armor. Saoirse watches eagerly, arm raised to demonstrate the up-down motion under silver fairy light.
Suddenly BOOM. A superhero toothbrush landed beside them. Its cape shined bright and proud. I'm here to help, it said. The toothbrush was brave and strong. Saoirse smiled with relief. What do we do, she asked. Up and down, said the toothbrush. Show me with your arm. Saoirse moved her arm up and down. Up, down, up, down. The toothbrush began to work. It was time to clean.
At the edge of the bed, a superhero toothbrush with bright cape sweeps foamy toothpaste across the giant teeth while Saoirse cheers with raised fist. Sparkling white foam pops green tooth germs under the warm glow of a bedside lamp.
Foamy toothpaste appeared everywhere. It sparkled like snowy clouds. The toothbrush scrubbed up and down. Saoirse cheered it on. Go, go, go, she shouted. The foam covered all the germs. They started to pop away. Pop, pop, pop went the sounds. Even small germs disappeared. But the Sticky King still held on. He was the biggest germ of all. Everyone worked together harder.
Near the sleeping child’s pillow, a superhero toothbrush with bright cape delivers a final scrub that bursts the shrinking Sticky King germ in a glittering pop of foam. Saoirse claps joyfully as the newly polished teeth gleam under moonlight.
The toothbrush scrubbed the Sticky King. The foam surrounded him completely. He began to shrink smaller. Pop went the Sticky King at last. All the germs were gone now. The teeth began to shine. They sparkled bright and happy. The child's mouth was clean again. Saoirse clapped her hands with joy. The Tooth Fairy hugged her gently. You were so brave tonight. Courage is steady, the Fairy smiled.
Morning sunlight floods Saoirse's bedroom as she sits up in her bed, touching her teeth with gentle wonder while golden beams illuminate toys on the floor. The scene feels peaceful and bright after the night’s adventure.
Saoirse woke in her own bed. Sunlight streamed through her window. Had it all been a dream. She still felt the magic inside. Her heart felt warm and strong. She remembered everything from the night. The Tooth Fairy's words echoed softly. Being brave meant staying calm. Breathing helped her feel strong. Saoirse touched her own teeth. They felt smooth and clean. She smiled to herself.
Standing beside her window in soft morning light, Saoirse places one hand over her heart and declares her Smile Guardian promise, exhaling slowly. Her freshly brushed teeth sparkle as sunshine filters through pastel curtains.
Saoirse placed her hand on her heart. She spoke her promise quietly. I protect my smile, she said. Morning and night, she continued. I am strong, she whispered. I am calm, she finished. She took one last breath in. Then she blew it out slowly. Her smile sparkled bright and wide. She was a true Smile Guardian now. Every day and every night. She would remember to be brave.