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You look like the receptionist,” Oyster said. “Did the receptionist have this set of chompers? No, he did not! Only a dentist would have teeth this fine! ” He let out an angry huff. “I like your smile,” Oyster said, afraid that the receptionist Dr. Fromler had been correct about the dentist Dr. Fromler being depressed about business. ” Dr. Fromler said, smiling. “Go ahead and tap ’em. They’re solid and white and straight and heavenly! Better than real! ” Oyster was scared, mainly of the dentist’s big, hard cheeks.
She walked toward Oyster. “You haven’t given up on it. Not yet! ” Oyster asked. “Your IOW,” the woman said. ” Oyster asked. The woman sighed with irritation. “Imagined Other World. We all have them as children. I’m the Mapkeeper of all Imagined Other Worlds, a cartographer by trade. I map the Imagined Other Worlds of children, or at least I get them started. ” Oyster looked at her, bewildered. ” Oyster was still bewildered. She forged on. “And then I keep the maps. If I don’t, who will? People outgrow imaginations, you know, most often when they become adults.
Not possible. They can’t call on us, can they? Unless . . ” “Listen! ” Oyster had never heard of the name Ringet. He leaned in again, the cold air rushing into his mouth, and shouted more loudly. “Hello? ” “Push it in the bucket! ” Oyster heard someone shouting. He thought they might be talking to him. ” he called back. ” Mrs. Fishback cried. ” Oyster squinted into the hole. He saw something glint. The silver bucket, gliding toward him. And there was something in it. Something bristled and fierce looking.