He lay on his back on the thick pile of hay and straw where he fell. Floods of that salty liquid filled his mouth. Harry thought it was bad-tasting spit from the rope. He tried to swallow it, but there was more and more. Harry raised his hand to his lips. He stared at his fingers. They were covered with blood—his own blood. It poured from his mouth. “Harry! You’re alive,” Dash was shouting as he climbed down the ladder. “I thought you were dead. Stay right there. Don’t move. I’ll run and get help.” Dash turned and ran out the barn door. “Don’t scare everybody. I’ll be okay,” Harry tried to call after him. He discovered that his mouth didn’t work right. It wasn’t just that he kept spitting blood. His words sounded strange. They hissed and whistled so badly that he could hardly understand himself. Suddenly, he realized what was wrong. Harry brought his tongue to his lips and felt for his two front teeth. There was only an empty space. His two front teeth were gone!
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