The Scavengers

For ages they fought, fairies and mice, destroying each other no matter the price. For prizes they sought -cause they were not greedy- the teeth that the children were spitting and leaving. "Some teeth? That's all? My life for a fang?" That is what the rodents frequently sang. And for truth to be told, a tooth makes no war. But power and land and the dreams of childlore? That seems to be sitting on a whole different score. "So write with your feathers and magical dust, let's show them the picture of horrible rats".