CHAPTER ELEVEN

IN NEED OF COMFORT

Kenneth entered his boss' office. Mr. Tang looked up and he spoke,

"Did you deliver the letter to it's proper destination?"

"Yes sir," said Kenneth, "I taped it to the Turner boy's locker. It's right in plain sight so he can't miss it."

"Good," said, Old Man Tang, "this should kill any romance at it's source."

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Timmy's lip trembled. He looked really upset and he hung his head down. Cosmo and Wanda were so concerned about him, they "poofed" into their normal forms. Wanda spoke first,

"Timmy, sweetie, what's wrong?"

Timmy looked even more crushed. It was obvious that whatever that letter said was NOT what he was hoping for.

"Timmy, sport," said Cosmo, "what does it say? What's wrong?"

Timmy screwed his face up, crumpled the letter up and threw it on the floor. Then he ran down the hall.

"TIMMY!", said his godparents in unison.

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"FAIRIES! FAIRY GODPARENTS," screamed Crocker spazzing and knocking files and other papers over.

"SECURITY!", screamed Waxelplax.

Once again, three security guards and an orderly with a large needle appeared. They pulled the still contorting Crocker out to the hall. The orderly bent Crocker over and aimed the needle toward Crocker's rear end.

"Night, night, crazy guy," said the orderly.

Jeff Tang looked at Crocker in astonishment. He'd heard stories about Crocker's strange ways, but he had NEVER thought that this humpbacked teacher was so insane. He looked right at the principal, and said,

"Miss Waxelplax, you've got that raving madmen teaching my daughter. What's wrong with the teaching board. That guy is clearly not fit to train a dog tricks, let alone teach young minds."

"We've tried to get rid of him before. It's almost impossible. Every time he's fired or put on administrative leave, he finds some way to get back."

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Timmy just ran down the hall and into an empty classroom. He sat down in an empty seat. He put his head down on the desk. He didn't cry; he just sat there very sad with his head down.

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Wanda picked up the crumpled letter. She unruffled it, and read it. Her eyes narrowed with rage, and her hair blazed up in flames. A sure sign that she was angry.

"Wanda," said Cosmo, a little nervously.

"That little witch," said Timmy's godmother, obviously in a rage.

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"You can't get rid of Crocker," said Jeff, in amazement, "can't he, at least, be given therapy before you let him loose on those students."

"He WAS in therapy," said Geraldine Waxelplax, "there were some problems."

"What kind of problems?," asked Jeffrey Tang, mystified.

"It seems his psychiatrist, Dr. Fancyfree is on administrative leave, because she, apparently, now believes in fairies too."

Trixie's Dad looked even more stunned. He then asked,

"Well can't you at least put Mr. Crocker on administrative leave, until you can find a suitable therapist."

Waxelplax shook her head, and stated,

"That's, also, been a problem. The last time we had Crocker out, the substitute we had claimed,..., well..."

"Well, what?," said Jeff.

"She claimed to be a fairy hunter and said that there were fairies in the school."

Jeff Tang looked in sheer astonishment and then asked,

"What's up with this? Is Crocker's condtion contagious or something?" He shook his head. "Look, I don't care how you do it; get rid of Crocker and only let him come back until he's been properly treated." Jeff shook his head. "I mean this guy's not ONLY nuts, he tampered with a young boys file to try to prove his mad ravings." Jeff stopped and then continued, "I can assure if somethings not done about Denzel Crocker, you'll be hearing from me and my wife at the next PTA meeting."

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"Now," said Old Man Tang, "contact the girl. Make sure she finds young Timmy. Since she already has feelings for him, it shouldn't be hard to convince her to comfort this young boy." He paused. "And as soon as she's comforting him, make sure my granddaughter sees it."

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A.J. and Chester were leaving first period and it was time for P.E. As they were walking toward the gym, Trixie came up to them and asked,

"Chester, A.J.?"

"Yes," said Chester.

"When will Timmy be here?"

A.J. frowned up, and said "You know, he should be here by now." He shook his head. Then out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw something green moving. He looked over, and saw Cosmo and Wanda floating over there. Alarmed, he stood in front of the Trixie and Chester hopefully to blocke their vision. He had to get them away from there before they saw Timmy's fairies. He thought of something.

"Trixie, he might be at the office checking into school. Maybe you should check down there."

"Okay," said Trixe and she went in that direction.

"Chester," said A.J., "I'll join you at P.E. in a second. I have to get something out of my locker."

"Okay," said Chester walking off.

A.J. approached Cosmo and Wanda and said,

"Cosmo, Wanda, what are you doing? Someone could see you." He frowned. "And why is Wanda's head on fire?"

The angry godmother handed the letter to A.J. and she stated,

"This is why!"

A.J. took the letter and read it. He looked stunned and stammered,

"Trixie sent this to Timmy, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's her handwriting. And she better watch out, because she broke Timmy's heart again, and I could make her existence very, very painful."

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Timmy still had his head down on the desk when he heard someone enter.

"I'm sorry," said the pink hatted boy and he started to get up, "you probably have a class."

"Actually," said a familiar voice, "I'm looking for you."

He looked at the direction of the voice. He was stunned.

"Molly?"