No laughing matter, losing a tooth!

"Roger! Keep your mouth shut!", you cry. If the witch can't get the tooth, you figure, she won't need to gouge out your eye. Roger keeps his mouth firmly clenched shut. "So, you're going to be difficult, are you?", snaps the witch. "I've got something that'll make you open up!" She goes to a drawer and takes out a giant feather, with which she then proceeds to tickle Roger's huge clawed foot. "Coochy coochy coo!", she cackles...

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