The bristles of my toothbrush had turned a terrible yellow and my teeth were starting to look the same. So I went to the store to get a new toothbrush. I saw a wide range of brushes, at least thirty, of all different shapes, colors and sizes. Each of them claimed they could wipe plaque from my teeth more effectively than the others, and I couldn't choose. It was a pretty big decision. To my left was a gray-haired man wearing a ratty brown cardigan. The old man looked at me and said, “All these toothbrushes are fake. » As he spoke, I was amazed by his beautiful, healthy white teeth. “Oh yeah? Well, what do you use to clean your teeth? » I wanted my teeth to be as white as his. "I don't use toothbrushes. The stupidest invention ever. Want to know how I clean my teeth? I use my tongue - after every meal and before bed." I almost laughed, but then I realized that maybe he was crazy and it would be rude to laugh if he was. “No toothpaste either.” “Wow.” » I said as if I believed him. Because how the hell do you clean your teeth with your tongue? Then he continued: "Why else do you think your tongue can extend to every crevice of your mouth?" Because that’s what language is for! Clean your teeth! It has a rough texture, which cleans your teeth better than any bristle ever could! I decided against buying a toothbrush, followed him out of the store and asked him to lunch. As we talked, I discovered how intelligent he was. "Notice that mammals with teeth have a very flexible tongue, for the purpose of cleaning and maintaining their teeth. A bird... in the middle of a paper... the table man told him. I felt like a complete idiot. I felt like I had been punched in the face. Years later, I needed dentures because all my yellowed teeth had fallen out. the attic I found a set and had a hard time remembering where they came from after collecting dust for so many years they were still very white. memory was so bad, maybe I bought them weeks ago and forgot to do it. They fit well, so I was convinced that must be the case. With them, my teeth n. They had never looked so beautiful and healthy. Later that day, I went to the nearby store to get my prescription filled and show off my new teeth. To my right was a frustrated young man trying to choose a toothbrush. too many shapes, fancy hairs and false promises. “All these toothbrushes are fake,” I said..