[ WP ] Fairies exist and live in a complex society and have an economy like humans . Some of them have a special job : to collect human infant 's teeth . Explain why that 's an important job for their society .

Bill was not a rich man. 
 
 But he was a nice man. 
 
 For as long as Bill could remember he had done his job perfectly. It was n't a hard job so that wasnt saying much. However, Bill managed to feel happiness in his performance. 
 
 And so Bill was happy. 
 
 Bill stood at an impressive 1 and half inch, almost a giant for his kind. He had a rugged look to him, a fact that was mostly due to him hardly ever shaving. Now, this is n't to say he was a mean, imposing man. Oh no, Bill was renown throughout the *Hollow* as a kindly elder gentleman. Those who had met the man face to face ( and few there were ) said that his eyes, when locked onto yours, seemed to peer deeply into your soul. They said it was almost as if he could read your mind. Now, everyone knew that stuff such as `` mind-reading'' was a ridiculous concept so most everyone tok this as just another urban legend surrounding the old man. 
 
 But, back to Bill. 
 
 You see, tonight was Bill's last night on the job. After serving faithfully for two-hundred and thirty-six years Bill would finally be done. 
 
 Those around him who knew him would all agree when it was said that he deserved this retirement. And those who worked with him even accredited him as being `` the best in his field''. 
 
 Bill should have been ecstatic. 
 
 The retirement plan for his line of work was phenomenal. The forms he had filled out two-hundred and thirty-six years ago had promised that he would live the rest of his life comfortably, surrounded by as much honey and bee legs as he wanted. 
 
 But as Bill sat on the end of his bed and looked around his small *Comb* he understood something. Bill realized that he loved his job. he did n't want to quit now, to stop going to work. The laid back life did n't and would never suit someone like Bill. But seeing as the ***TCA***, or ***Tooth Collection Agency***, would refuse to let him go out any more after tonight he needed to figure out a plan. 
 
 The night passed without much huzzah. Bill had returned that morning to the ***TCA*** with a record number of teeth and was congratulated accordingly. But as Bill returned to his *Comb* for the last time he looked down inside his standard issue brown overcoat. Inside sat nestled a shiny white tooth. In in the sub-standard lighting of his *Hive* it was easy to tell that Bill had brought home a **VERY** high quality tooth. He went inside and set it on his lone red reclining chair then went to bed. Bill had a busy day tomorrow and needed a good nights rest. 
 
 Weeks would pass. Bill's *Comb* had long since been abandoned and even though no one there really knew him, it was said that he was missed. 
 
 Bill had moved three *Hives* higher. His *Comb* now had not only consistent water flow but also decent natural lighting. But Bill was hardly ever home so he never really took notice of these minute details. 
 
 Bill was now a rich man. 
 
 He had everything a normal fairy would ever want in life. But it had n't been enough for him. Going out at night, feeling the rush as he delicately traded out a tooth for several shiny coins, experiencing the soft breeze on his wings. Bill just could n't give it up. So he did n't. 
 
 In his long life Bill had made many `` connections''. The legality of said connections was always open to debate and the societies within which these connections roamed were always under inspection by the ***TCA***. So when Bill had shown up at one of their secretive hide-outs it had come as a huge surprise for everyone there. He was greeted hostilely at first but after a few drinks and stories from Bill everyone agreed that he was an `` Okay guy''. 
 
 Larry was his name. 
 
 Larry was an ex-***TCA*** like Bill and they had met in the line of duty. Their shared passion for tooth-hunting is what led them together in the end. They became close friends from that night forward and they were never seen separate. 
 
 Teeth were important. They always were and it seemed they would continue to be. But you see, teeth never had any real value. They never did. No one knew who had started the rumor that `` teeth have massive value'' but the government let it continue. The ruling government at the time, the `` Faepublican Party'' had seen it as a perfect opportunity to give fairies something to do. A way to further control the population. So they established the ***TCA*** to help further the illusion. In truth, all the teeth received by the ***TCA*** were burned to ash. 
 
 But Bill did n't know this. 
 
 And Larry did n't know this. 
 
 But it was an important job that they both did now, at least to them. Sneaking off late at night to trade in teeth without permission from the ***TCA*** was punishable by three-hundred and twenty-one years in the *Web*. But Bill and Larry did n't care. 
 
 Teeth were never important. 
 
 But teeth provided purpose. 
 
 And purpose made Bill happy. 
 
 Happy. 

