Oneday I had to go to the dentist because I had a wiggly tooth. When we arrived we had to look for the dentist's trailer. Next they told me and my mum to come into the trailer and I lay on the comfortable bed. After that they numbed my gum. Mum was holding my hand.
Finally they pulled my tooth out and it was painful and sore.
When it was finished I talked about my tooth and they gave me a tooth brush and tooth paste.
I was feeling happy because I could eat apples again.
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