Ever sometimes Momma does broomin' on me and she brushes my furs all shiny smart. She says it belaxes me. 'Cept for today she brung out a baby broom and sticked it in my mouth and beed scratchin' away on my teeths. Which, that weren't belaxing at all. And, plus, my teeths ain't itchy. Hold still, George, she sayed, or else yous teeths is all gonna fall out like Grammy's done. Does you wannna hafta keep yous teeths in a water dish, too? I thunk that might not be so bad. A least she could broom on 'em any ole time and leave me alone.