Teeth

Every sodding day, as I pass on the way to my office, I see a tree.  This tree has a single fork that spreads the trunk neatly. Stuck in the middle of that  trunk, every day, is a bloody gopher, wet and thorougly disgusting.

The tree with the gopher.

 It had bothered me that for nearly a week now no one has disposed of it. So, I decided to pick up the thing and throw it away, only it was unnaturally heavy.  The thing had a stone in its stomach.

The stone.  I believe it is quartz.

And, wrapped around the stone was an address in hideous condition, but it lead me to a dentist.

The Dentist

Oh, and I had an appointment, only I didn't have an appointment.  The dentist brought me in, though I've never seen the man, and all he did was stare at the left side of my mouth.  Then, he saw something.  He quickly left me alone in the room and then came back with a small gear or a washer or something.  

When I got home I inspected my mouth and found and odd dark spot on my molar.

The Tooth

The Thing... What is it?

I don't know what the hell is going on, but today there is another gopher on that tree...

-rougeindigo