The other kids weren’t mean they just had never known anybody like Franny. But they really weren’t very friendly toward Franny. She thought she would like the other kids, too. It was going to school that Franny really liked.įranny and her family had just moved to the house at the end of Daffodil Street, and she was new at school. Which is something Franny really liked to do. But she had to, of course, for things like going outside, eating dinner, going to school, and using the bathroom. “There’s no comparison,” she’d say, ducking one of her flying piranha.įranny thought her room was so great, and so wonderful, and so perfect for her that she almost never wanted to leave it. She couldn’t imagine why anybody would want daisies and lilacs when they could have poison ivy and Venus flytraps. It had big steaming test tubes, strange bubbling beakers, and a whole bunch of crackling electrical gizmos that Franny had made all by herself.įranny’s room also had a giant tarantula cage, a snake house, and a tank where she raised a special breed of flying piranha. “What’s not to like?”įranny’s bedroom was really something special. “They’re like rats with pterodactyl wings,” she’d say. The bats liked Franny’s room, and Franny liked the bats. Of course there wasn’t a bat store around. “Is there a bat store around here or something?” “Bats! Where does she get bats?” her mother would ask when she saw Franny’s room. That was how she liked it-like a dungeon, complete with giant spiders and bats. It would always look so sweet and pretty.īut by the very next day Franny would somehow manage to make it look dark, and creepy, and spooky again.
Stein, and she liked to keep it dark, and spooky, and creepy.Įvery few days her mother would come in and redecorate Franny’s bedroom with daisies, and lilacs, and pictures of lovely horses. Everything, that is, except the upstairs bedroom with the tiny round window.
Everything about the house was bright and cheery. The Stein family lived in the pretty pink house with lovely purple shutters down at the end of Daffodil Street.
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