[ WP ] He is the Chosen One . Braver than a lion . Mightier than the storm . Dumber than a 5-year old .

Bread has had more bold ideas than Dave. He was never known to be smart, never at the front of the class for the raising of hands, but he was surprisingly swift at pushing big kids down, outrunning neighborhood dogs and eating things that others wouldn ’ t dare. 
 
 He would be offered things like nightcrawlers and beetles to bite in half before showing the green faced crowds gathering stacks of loose change, occasionally these little adventures would net him a bit of spending money, but today it would make him a chosen one. 
 
 A coin. Gold it was said, pure gold which means it can be bitten into someone said. 
 
 “ Dave could bite the whole thing in half. ” 
 
 Dave asked if he could keep it if he bit it in half. 
 
 “ Of course. ” He took a nibble. 
 
 It dented. This seemed possible. Looking at the small crowd gathered in the school yard, before widening his jaws, he pauses. 
 
 “ Where did you get this thing? ” he asked the small faced kid squinting at him through narrow black frames. 
 
 “ My father collects relics. ” he replied. 
 
 “ Relics? ” 
 “ Antiques. ” 
 
 The bespeckled small faced boy only stared into a wall of confusion. “ Treasure. ” That made sense. Treasure is good. 
 
 Dave bit down hard and could feel the metal give way between his teeth. Not easily, but slowly his jaw creaked and dug through the metal. Then there was a crack. And blood. 
 
 Dave squealed in pain and dropped to his knees; his eyes turned red and welled up with tears; his hands came up to his mouth to still the stream of blood and saliva; his tongue tried to make words but could only mumble. 
 
 An adult broke through the crowd. Dave scrambled to his feet. The teacher took him up from under the shoulders and carried him away. Dave wiped his eyes and looked at the coin to see the sun poking a needle of light right through the center. 
 
 He was strapped into a dentist's chair. Seemed a bit unnecessary. The dentist seemed older than time. He only saw him behind the mask, but the eyes were deeply set into shadow by a heavy brow. “ May I see what you bit into? ” The dentist asked. Dave shook his head. “ Oh it ’ s right here in your pocket, ” the dentist jested as he reached into Dave ’ s pocket to procure the coin. 
 
 Swinging his leg loose, Dave kicked the dentist ’ s hand sending the coin flying across the room down the hall, rolling under a chair. The dentist twisted his neck back to Dave and gnashed his teeth while his body was already turning for the door. 
 
 Dave ’ s little hands pulled free from the harnesses and he unlatched his other foot. Grabbing a scapel, he followed the dentist as a few nurses huddled around the dentist as he knelt to peer under every door, every chair. 
 
 Dave ran down the hall to the chair in the lobby where the coin rolled. He slid under the chair, his small stature and agile limbs took him right through the legs of the nurse standing there to stop him. 
 
 Under the chair was a little door in the moulding of the wall. A small circle slot seemed the same size as the coin. Dave looked back over his shoulder to see the entire office ’ s eyes wide and set on him, hands out, claws out, teeth gnashed everyone ’ s mouths dripping with saliva. 
 
 He pressed the coin into the slot where it clicked right where the hole had been set. Dave pushed the coin in again only to open a little door, where a very tiny trumpet sounded. And out walked a very confident, and very tiny Hitler. 

