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At times like these, Joan wondered whether or not she really WAS the daughter of a wood sprite and a giant. She didn�t
like to sing or dance. She didn�t like to wear the same kind of clothes that other fairies wore. She was also terribly
curious about the world around her. "Hey Joan," the pixie sneered. She stomped her foot on Joan�s desk. "Joan DREAM - are you going to answer me or are you too busy DREAMING?" The other fairies giggled. Joan looked at the fairies around her. "That�s not fair," complained Joan. "All of you have really short names like �Moon Beam� or �Sparkling Sunlight� or �Fluffy Cloud� but I have a really long name." "You mean you have a really BIG name," said the pixie. "You have a BIG name because you�re BIG. You�re too big to be a fairy!" Brodin Iron Hammer snorted with amusement. Morning Breeze began to giggle. The other fairies howled with laughter. Joan didn�t know what to do. She didn�t know what to say. It wasn�t her fault that her name was so long. It wasn�t her fault that she was so different. Why did the other fairies have to be so mean to her? The arrival of her teacher saved her from further embarrassment. Mrs. Laughing Brook floated through a round classroom window. She entered the class standing inside a large bubble of soap. The bubble rolled and turned around the teacher. It shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. As the bubble settled gently to the floor, it quietly popped and disappeared. Mrs. Laughing Brook picked up the sides of her long flowing dress and stepped into the middle of the room with a soft rustle of skirts. The back of her pink dress trailed on the floor behind her. "Good morning class," said the teacher. Her eyes twinkled at the students. "Good morning Mrs. Laughing Brook," said the class. The fairies hurried to take their seats. Most of the student desks were placed against the carved wooden wall of the hollow redwood tree. The larger fairies sat at these desks. Gnomes and leprechauns, dwarves and elves sat against the wall. Joan sat with these students. She slouched in her seat to make herself look smaller but she still towered over all of the classmates sitting next to her. Above her head and around the room the pixies perched on little pegs set within the wall. |
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