Little Mary Tucker lay quietly in bed. Outside the wind roared and howled shaking her bedroom windows savagely as if wishing to get in. Suddenly she heard voices at her window and poor little Mary frightened and ready to scream, pulled the covers over her head. But still she could hear the two voices whispering to
"Is this Mary Tucker's house?" the first voice asked.
"Yes, Molar," replied the other.
"Oh, ho," chuckled the one called Molar, "so this is the house of Mary, who never brushes her teeth because she doesn't need to. Well, well, Grinder, let's teach her a lesson," finally ended Molar, turning to his companion.
Mary Tucker shivered, when suddenly her window crashed open and the two entered the room.
"Mary Tucker," called a voice. "Sit up."
Mary slowly peeped from under her coverings until finally she sat up in surprise, all her fear vanished. Before her stood two milk-white small persons in the form of teeth.
"Do you know who we are?" asked Molar.
"Yes," replied Mary. "You are Mr. Molar who lives in my mouth while you," she said pointing to Grinder, "are Mr. Grinder, who helps Mr. Molar to chop up the food."
"You are right," gently said Molar. "We are of the same family. But, we came to see you on serious business. We received word from your mouth servants that you are mistreating them, why?"