Beezley beamed, although you really couldn't see her because of the leaves covering all her face. All you could see of Beezley was her little legs buckling under the pressure of the plant, and her elfish ears poking out the top. Beezley could hear just fine, though. "Toddles is being so good this school year. Toddles is growing up right before our very eyes," she said.

The elfsies seemed to be moving all around now. Beezley thought they were at a different table now, but she couldn't be sure. So much movement. So, so much movement. "Beezley thinks they should walk toward Mistress Truebridge now," she said. Beezley didn't to iron her ears. She was too scared.