| Once upon a time, there wa' a lass who dinna like
t' brush 'er teeth. After a bit 'o time, 'er teeth
were all rotten and blackened like wee lumps 'o
coal. 'Er breath stank like peat moss on a summer
afternoon and even the dog wouldna play wi' 'er.
She got a disease called pyorrhea which infected
'er gums, turning 'em bright red and inflamed. She
eventually swallowed so much pus she poisoned 'erself
and died a 'orrible, ghastly death.
Now git t' bed, lassie, and don ferget t' brush
yer teeth.
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