Strong Emotion
“Whip-or-will, whip-or-will!’’, a whip-or-will sang. The Longeau mansion was bright and spritely that morning. Soothing air had come in through the windows, giving me an odd sensation to go outside and run about. I got up, taking a deep, agonizing sigh. I was retired, and I did not have anything at all to do. I dressed in an old dress, and got into my walker. Those curtains, old shabby pieces of cloth, they had always annoyed me. I lazily reached to pull them down.
However, before I could pull them down, Ms.Colins, my nurse, yelled, “Madam Longeau, your toast is ready, and your chamomile tea is getting cold!’’ She went up the staircase, and dragged me down. I sat down at the mahogany breakfast table. Ms. Colins served me the same breakfast I had every day: rye toast with strawberry jam, and cold chamomile tea. Mr. and Mrs. Jocker came over and joined us for tea that afternoon, and they played chess with Ms.Colins. I just sat and watched. Ms. Colins served us iced tea with Reuben sandwiches. Mrs. Jocker was wonderful at chess. She tricked Ms. Colins and Mr. Jocker every move she made. Mrs. Jocker was dressed in a long blue skirt, and a sunshine orange sweater, with her hair in a ponytail. Mrs. Jocker always slanted her jaw and eyebrows to the left when she was in deep thought. Mr. Jocker was wearing a charcoal leather jacket with khaki pants. He had long fingers that clicked and snapped when he was bored or nervous. What a wonderful afternoon it was. “
Our guests left at six o’clock after a pleasant afternoon, and my trusty companion, Ms. Colins has prepared dinner. “Madam Longeau, supper is ready’’! “What are we having, Ms. Colins?
“Beef and celery stew with cold pea soup,’’ she replied. I walked across the parlor, and into the dining room. I ate slowly. I nibbled. I could not eat this heavy meal. I looked out the dining room window. It was a dark night. Shadows crept between the oak trees, like ghosts who are living. I sighed, got up, and Ms. Colins brought me to bed. When I was almost at my room, I realized that I had forgotten something. ‘
’Ms. Colins, I believe I should go get my comforter in the attic,’’ I said. “Don’t worry, Madam Longeau, I will get it”. But I wanted to help myself. “Oh, I believe I can get it, Ms. Colins’’. I walked to the attic, almost asleep. I padded across the cold attic floor. When my foot slipped on a floorboard, I fell backwards! Suddenly, and to my utter surprise, I saw a miniature face pop out of the floorboards.
“Who you are,’’ I asked. I felt like I was being splashed with water numerous times. ‘’Who are you, are you a giant?” said the small body. ‘’I am Madam Longeau. Are you a sprite, elf, or even a fairy?’’
The odd being spoke in a high, faint voice. ‘’ I am an elf. Please call me Bunny,” it said. Was it a he or a she, I wondered. ‘’Where do you live’’? , I persisted.
“I live beneath the floors of this mansion,” said Bunny. ‘’ May I sleep in your gigantic bed?’’ asked Bunny.
‘’Oh, well, I guess, go into my pocket, and I’ll take you to my bed," I said, and then nestled into bed, making sure Bunny wasn’t crushed. I figured Bunny was a girl by her long, beautiful, white hair and her perfect and fair complexion.
Next morning, I brought Bunny downstairs. I would show Ms. Colins.
‘’Ms.Colins, there’s an elf girl living in our midst! Isn’t she adorable? I think I would like to keep her as my own child.” Ms.Colins glared at it. Then, she cast the same disapproving glare upon me. ‘’Bring her back to where she came from.” Suddenly, I realized she was right. It was like a block hit me. ‘’Why didn’t I realize that it was improper to just take a small child?’’ I thought to myself. So, I ran to the attic, slipped Bunny into the floorboards in the attic, and ran back down. Tears stung my eyes. “’What had gotten into me”? Ms. Colins helped calm me down.
Two years later, I had moved to London. I had written a book about my life in the Longeau mansion. I had learned the strong emotion that had driven me to cry. I realized I had been lonely. But I truly believe that Bunny still living in that mansion, and is living a charmed and ageless life. I believe, too, that she has touched others in the same way she had touched me. When I had felt Bunny against my heart, I thought of love, I felt like a child! I had gotten myself a job as a kindergarten teacher. I now always remember the good parts, never the sad. Try not to end up like me, finally realizing happiness at an old age.
Strong Emotion


“Whip-or-wool, Whip-or-wool!, a whip-or-wool sang! The Longeau mansion was bright and spritely that morning. Mr. Bobkins, the gardener, had trimmed the rose bushes yesterday afternoon. Soothing air had come in through the windows, giving me an odd sensation to get up and run around outside. I got up taking a deep, agonizing sigh. I was retired, and i did not have anything at all to do. I dressed in an old dress, and got into my walker. Those curtains, old shabby pieces of cloth, they had always annoyed me. I lazily reached to pull them down. Though before I could pull them down,Ms. Colins, my nurse, yelled,”Madam Longeau, your toast and jam is ready, and your chamomile tea is getting cold. She went up the staircase and dragged me down, quite roughly. I sat down at the mahogany breakfast table. Ms. Colins






What's on Mary's Mind?

Well, I was thinking about you helping me make my story more realistic. My story is about a woman called Madame Longeau. She finds an elf fairy called Fern. I don't know what she should say to make my story realistic. I would like her to be excited to meet an elf fairy but I don't know the words I should use. What would you say if you found an elf fairy underneath the floor?


If it were me I would probably think that I saw some sort of insect and swat at it at first because that is what I would expect to see. Once I realized that it was a fairy, perhaps I would think that I am hallucinating. I might talk to myself and convince myself that what I am seeing, is not really there. The fairy(ies) would have to work hard to convince me that they are real. Is it too cliche to use pinching?
-Ms. Steffens