Doctor De Soto, by William Steig

Doctor De Soto climbed up the ladder and bravely entered the fox’s mouth. “Ooo-wow!” he gasped. The fox had a rotten bicuspid and unusually bad breath.

“This tooth will have to come out,” Doctor De Soto announced. “But we can make you a new one.”

“Just stop the pain,” whimpered the fox, wiping some tears away.

Despite his misery, he realized he had a tasty little morsel in his mouth, and his jaw began to quiver. “Keep open!” yelled Doctor De Soto. “Wide open!” yelled his wife.

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“I’m giving you gas now,” said Doctor De Soto. “You won’t feel a thing when I yank that tooth.”

Soon the fox was in dreamland. “M-m-m, yummy,” he mumbled. “How I love them raw…with just a pinch of salt, and a…dry…white wine.”

They could guess what he was dreaming about. Mrs. De Soto handed her husband a pole to keep the fox’s mouth open.