The end is near~by Kyle

They are coming. I can feel it. Already two of my three sisters have re-appeared from the labyrinth of this foreboding place, their faces beaming as they announce that their doom has not yet come. My brother Timmy . . . not so lucky. More of the same for him. I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching; my doom has come. They will summon me, and when I re-appear, I will be resolved to face the gloating of my sisters. Yes, they will have won. I will be beaten. I will have had my first cavity removed, for I feel certain I have one. As I sit here in the chamber of this dentist place, I remember the uncomfortable feeling I have when anything sweet touches one of the teeth on the top right part of my mouth. Yes, I have lost. Now all that remains is to hope that when all is said and done I will have less cavities then my sisters. Okay, I doubt that will even happen. As I sit here, wondering how much my loss will cost me, I can't help but ask this question: Papa, did you pay for Daddy's cavities? Perhaps there is still hope. Ah, they have come. Goodbye, fellow friends and family, I leave for a dark, fear-inspiring place. Do not mourn, for there must still be hope out there . . .  the hope that is lost to me.

P.S. Okay, no more Shakespeare for me. I am not all that gloomy, yet.

Update: And I will not be gloomy! In fact, quite the opposite! I just escaped the dentist with NO cavities! It turns out that the discomfort I was feeling in one of my teeth was caused by it being chipped, not by a cavity. There is still hope! To roughly quote my favorite hobbit Samwise Gamgee: "It's like in the stories, Mister Frodo, the stories that really mattered; the ones where you didn't want to hear the end, because how could it end happy? But the heroes in those stories, they were holdin' on to something."
Frodo: "What were they holding onto, Sam?"
Sam:    "That there's still good in this world, Mister Frodo, and it's worth fightin' for!"

Indeed! So I will continue to brush me pearly whites every night, and I will continue to swig that half a mouthful of poison (anticavity wash) in my mouth before I go to bed, even enduring the disgusting taste that lingers after I have vehemently spit the stuff back out. It will all be worth it if only to keep my sisters from gloating at my downfall. So goodbye for now you dark dentist place! This will not be our last meeting, nor will it be my last time I escape from the labyrinth of your halls without a cavity. ;0)