Nothing but the Tooth

Dang. Forget the grain of sand that conquers the mighty warrior. I've been undone by a tiny Milk Dud. Tomorrow begins a week of budget reviews, scrutiny and gnashing of teeth. Before the sun reaches its full stretch in the sky five hours of gnashing of teeth await me. I fear when the gnashing begins I shall be short one tooth. Well, not the whole tooth, nothing but the tooth, just a jagged reminder of what once was. I fear my sharp retorts shall be even sharper. I fear there will be blood. I fear I shall sound like Daffy Duck. I fear I shall plead the fifth amendment if only I wouldn't drool.