Chlorophyll the Tooth Fairy

Things had changed. Had it been suddenly? Absolutely, without a doubt, NO, it had not! Yes, indeed, Chlorophyll was very, very clear about that. The whole transformation had been very slow, almost unnoticeable, teeny, tiny little changes. Gone were the days of the mom-and-pop operations, where each tooth fairy family decided what his tooth-gathering role would be and how much it would be worth. He remembered something he had heard about the greed of loggers to take more and more trees. The small business of providing wood for families who lived and raised their families in the forest was taken over by a worldwide company, who began harvesting for more than just the locals. Soon redwood trees became the new gold rush.
They were cutting the trees down faster and faster. The beautiful forests of the Pacific Northwest would soon be gone and the leafy environment would be damaged. Humans would be forced from their ancestral homes and forest creatures who could not flee would simply die.
Tooth fairies are a kind and helpful clan, but wood nymphs are impish, and Chlorophyll did not trust them. Yet the fairies were truly sympathetic when the nymphs were rounded up overnight, then forced into slavery by a lumber company that specialized in selling old growth redwood. The loggers plastered beautiful pixy faces of wood nymphs all over billboards and in magazine ads to sell the red lumber. Their lovely bodies in wood paneled kitchens and living rooms furnished with luxurious and highly polished furniture were used in slick magazine ads. Glowing green pixie wings were the perfect accent to reflect the red color of the wood. Chlorophyll understood that the nymphs were not exotic mannequins, but servants forced into service to the corporate masters. They posed with manufactured furniture, the wood no longer attached to living trees and stripped bare of leaves and bark. The pieces of dead wood polished to a high sheen, branded with pixie logos, and sold to households across America. Logging camps sprouted up all over the Pacific Northwest. Greedy corporations traded the leafy green for greenback dollars. Fewer trees meant less forest, less land for houses, and families living there.
The perfect ratio of tooth fairies to children was broken-down. The tooth fairies outnumbered the normal proportion. The tooth fairies began to fight among themselves over who would service the shrinking population. It was not unusual for three or more fairies to show up at a little kid’s house, only to punch it out on the rooftop for the honor of taking the tooth.
Meanwhile, the natural, gentle soundscape of the daytime forest had been replaced by hateful mayhem. Tranquility was interrupted by the sounds of saws and shouting men eliminating acre after acre of magnificent trees, making extraction after extraction. At night the Spotted Owl could scarcely be heard as the over-tired men fought in drunken brawls, then sang, then fought some more, all before retiring to their cots, each one supremely accomplished in open-mouth snoring.