The old man grunted.
“They say that his teeth are made from only the finest woods and are stronger and more comfortable than even your own teeth.”
Grandpa Tetsu huffed and sat up, facing his wife.
“Too expensive,” he mumbled.
“Yes,” she said, lifting the top of the teapot to check the leaves and then replacing it. “We’ve been looking for something we might be able to trade for his services.”
“There’s nothing,” he said, readying to lie back down.
“I was thinking about the comb my grandmother gave me, the tortoiseshell one, but when I took it out three of the teeth were broken.”
“That child again I bet,” the old man said. “Always snooping around, getting into things.”
“He’s just a baby.”
“Maybe,” Grandpa Tetsu said, an idea dawning on him. “Every craftsman needs his own apprentice,
