Four years old, a beautiful prize displayed
proudly in the center of a bubble-wrapped display of
a gumball vending machine, a lone tooth with a golden
cap and chain, a crescent moon dagger of a tooth from
a : wolf, saber tooth tiger, or lion. A hunters prize that
could dangle above your heart in the victory of man-child
against beast unknown. Tarzan’s treasure for one shining
bicentennial quarter, and the turn of the key, click and drop
of a plastic acorn, falling to tap the silver door, and a black
plastic spider proudly clung to my finger all day.
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