Narrator:
It was Monday morning. Tom was unhappy. He wanted to stay in bed. He didn't want to go to school. He thought, "If I am sick, I can stay home."

Narrator:
He looked at his toe. It hurt a little. He started to groan loudly.

Tom:
"Ooooo! Ooooo!"

Sid:
"Tom! What is the matter?"

Tom:
"Oh, Sid. Don't touch me. I am dying."

Narrator:
Sid was afraid. He ran downstairs.

Sid:
"Aunt Polly! Come quick! Tom is dying!"

Aunt Polly:
"Dying? Rubbish! I don't believe it."

Narrator:
She ran to Tom's room. Her face was white.

Aunt Polly:
"Tom, what is wrong with you?"

Tom:
"Oh, Auntie, my sore toe is dead!"

Aunt Polly:
(Laughing) "Oh, Tom! You are not dying. Get up!"

Tom:
"But Auntie, my tooth is loose. It hurts."

Aunt Polly:
"Open your mouth. Yes, it is loose. I will pull it out."

Tom:
"No, no! Please don't pull it! I will go to school!"

Narrator:
But it was too late. Aunt Polly pulled the tooth out.