The Fairy Frogmother

Episode 3

Zephyrine was up early, brushing her teeth with mint-flavored toothpaste, when she heard a fluttering at the window. She looked over and saw a small bird with a letter in its beak, tapping on the glass. She quickly rinsed her mouth and ran to open the window.

"Good morning, Miss Zephyrine," the mail bird chirped as it handed her the letter.

"Good morning," Zephyrine replied, taking the letter from the bird's beak. "Thank you."

The mail bird nodded before flying away. Zephyrine looked down at the letter and saw it was from the school. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if it was about their godchild assignment.

She quickly tore open the envelope and read the letter. It was indeed about their godchild assignment. She let out a gasp of excitement.

Zephyrine flew to the kitchen where her mother and brother were having breakfast.

"Mum! Mum! I got my godchild!" she exclaimed, waving the letter in her hand.

Her mother looked up from her plate and smiled. "That's wonderful news, dear! Who is it?"

Zephyrine beamed with excitement. "It's a princess! Her name is Tahlia, and she's the daughter of the king and queen in the neighboring kingdom."

Her brother's eyes widened. "A princess? That's so cool! You're going to be a godmother to a real-life princess!"

Zephyrine nodded, still grinning. "I know, right? I can't wait to meet her and start teaching her magic!"

Her mother placed a hand on Zephyrine's shoulder. "I'm so proud of you, Zephyrine. Being a godmother is a great responsibility, but I know you'll do a wonderful job."

Zephyrine's smile grew even wider. "Thanks, Mum. I won't let you down."

Zephyrine excitedly arrived at school. She saw Patel and Blossom chatting and she rushed over to them, a wide grin on her face. "Guys, guess what? I finally got my godchild!"

Petal and Blossom both looked at her in surprise. "Really?" Blossom exclaimed. "Who is it?"

"It's a princess!" Zephyrine replied excitedly. "I can't believe it. I'm going to be a godmother to a princess!"

Petal and Blossom both squealed with delight and hugged Zephyrine tightly. "That's amazing!" Petal said. "I'm so happy for you!"

Blossom added, "You're going to be the best godmother ever!"

Zephyrine blushed with pleasure. "Thanks, guys! I can't wait to meet her."

As they flew into the classroom, the headmistress stood waiting for them. Petal couldn't resist making a joke about being a good godmother to her niece.

"I hope you're ready to be a good godmother, Petal," the headmistress said sternly.

Petal grinned. "Of course, Headmistress. I'll be the best godmother there ever was."

The headmistress looked unamused. "This is not a laughing matter, Petal. Being a godmother is a serious responsibility."

"I know, Headmistress," Petal replied, her smile fading. "I'll do my best."

The headmistress nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, let's begin our lesson."

"Good morning, class," the headmistress began. "Today, we will be discussing the different types of magical creatures that exist in our world. Can anyone name some creatures?"

Blossom raised her hand eagerly. "Unicorns!" she exclaimed.

"Very good," the headmistress said with a smile. "And what can you tell us about unicorns?"

"They're magical horses with a single horn on their forehead," Blossom replied.

"Precisely," the headmistress said. "And who can name another creature?"

Petal raised her hand confidently. "Dragons!" she said.

"Excellent," the headmistress said. "And what do we know about dragons?"

"They can breathe fire and they hoard treasure," Petal answered.

"Correct," the headmistress said, nodding. "And finally, can anyone name a third creature?"

Zephyrine raised her hand tentatively. "Um, fairies?" she said.

"Very good," the headmistress said. "And what can you tell us about fairies?"

"They're tiny and have wings, and they can use magic," Zephyrine said.

"Excellent," the headmistress said. "You all have a good grasp of these creatures. Now, let's move on to some more obscure creatures..."

As the class went on, the headmistress continued to teach and ask questions. Zephyrine, Blossom, and Petal were all engaged in the lesson, listening attentively to what their teacher had to say. However, Petal couldn't resist the urge to have a little fun.

Quietly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of skibies. With a mischievous grin, she began to try to open the pack without making a sound. Zephyrine and Blossom noticed what Petal was doing and tried to stifle their laughter.

The headmistress caught wind of the commotion and turned to the three girls. "Is there something you would like to share with the class, Petal?"

Petal quickly tried to hide the skibies, "No, Headmistress. I was just...um...organizing my bag."

The headmistress raised an eyebrow but continued with the lesson, keeping a close eye on Petal. The rest of the class went on with no further interruptions.

As the class ended and everyone started to pack up their things, the headmistress called out to Petal, "Petal, could you please stay behind for a moment? I need to have a word with you."

Petal looked puzzled but nodded her head, and the others flew out of the classroom, leaving her and the headmistress alone.

The headmistress spoke in a firm tone, "Petal, I understand you were joking earlier about being a good godmother to my niece, but I would appreciate it if you refrained from making such remarks. It's important we maintain a certain level of respect and professionalism here at the school."

Petal looked embarrassed and replied, "I'm sorry, headmistress. I didn't mean any harm by it. I was just trying to be funny."

The headmistress softened her tone and said, "I understand that Petal, but sometimes what we think is funny can be hurtful to others. It's important that we think before we speak. Do you understand?"

Petal nodded her head, "Yes, Headmistress. I understand, and I'm sorry."

The headmistress smiled. "Apology accepted, Petal. Now, you can enjoy the rest of your day. But please remember to think before you speak in the future."

Petal nodded her head again and flew out of the classroom, feeling slightly embarrassed.

As Patel flew towards her friends, Blossom repeated what the headmistress said, "Are you going to be professional, Petal?"

But Petal just laughed and said. "Professional? Me? I highly doubt it!" she said, shaking her head.

Blossom rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "You better be careful, Patel. You don't want to get into trouble," she warned. But Patel just laughed again. "Don't worry about me, Blossom. I'm too cute to get into trouble!" she joked.

Zephyrine shook her head, but couldn't help but laugh at Patel's antics.

As they flew to their next class, Zephyrine and Petal were still talking about their godchild with excitement. But Blossom remained quiet, looking sad.

Zephyrine noticed and asked, "Blossom, what's wrong?"

Blossom sighed and replied. "I'm happy for you guys, but I still haven't received any news about my godchild. It's like I'm the only one left out."

Petal quickly responded, "Don't worry, Blossom. I'm sure your godchild is just as special as ours. Maybe the mail bird is just running late."

Zephyrine added, "And even if your godchild is not a princess like mine or a high-profile niece like Petals, they will still be special in their own way."

Blossom smiled at her friends, feeling better. "Thanks, guys. I needed that."

The three friends continued to chat as they flew to their next class.

As they settled into their seats, the teacher, a wise old owl, hooted to get their attention. "Good morning, class," he said. "Today, we will be learning about the history of our magical kingdom. Can anyone tell me who founded our kingdom?"

Blossom raised her hand eagerly, but the teacher called on Petal first. "I believe our kingdom was founded by a group of fairies and unicorns who banded together to create a magical land where all creatures could live in harmony," Petal said confidently.

The teacher nodded approvingly. "Very good, Petal. And can you tell us the name of the leader of this group?"

Petal furrowed her brow, struggling to remember. Blossom's hand shot up again, but the teacher called on Zephyrine instead.

"I'm not sure, sir," Zephyrine admitted. "But I would love to learn more about it."

The teacher smiled kindly. "That's what we're here for, my dear. Let's begin our lesson."

As the teacher began the lesson, he asked a question and looked around the class for an answer. Blossom eagerly raised her hand, but the teacher overlooked her and called on another student instead.

Blossom felt disappointed but kept her hand raised, hoping to be called on for the next question. However, the teacher continued to ignore her, calling on every other student except for Blossom.

Feeling frustrated and left out, Blossom whispered to her friends, "Why won't he let me answer? I know the answers, too."

Petal put a comforting hand on Blossom's shoulder and whispered back, "Don't worry, Blossom. You know you're smart, and that's what matters. You don't need her approval."

Blossom nodded, feeling better, but still a bit upset. She continued to participate in the lesson, but the feeling of exclusion lingered.

After the class was over, Blossom walked up to the teacher and asked why she was being ignored during the lesson. The teacher looked surprised and asked, "What do you mean, Blossom?"

"You never called on me to answer any of your questions," Blossom replied.

The teacher looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "I'm sorry, Blossom. I didn't mean to ignore you. I'll make sure to call on you next time."

Blossom nodded and thanked the teacher before flying off with her friends. As they made their way to their next class, Blossom couldn't help but feel a little better knowing the teacher had acknowledged her.

As they entered the classroom, Petal couldn't help but c***k a joke. "I hope we don't accidentally turn our godchild into a pumpkin. That would be one magical mistake!"

Blossom rolled her eyes. "Petal, can you please take this seriously? We're here to learn how to be godmothers."

Petal shrugged. "I am taking it seriously. I just think we can have a little fun while we learn." She then stuck her tongue out at Blossom.

Zephyrine chuckled, "Let's just focus on the lesson, okay?"

Their teacher began the class by teaching them how to use their fairy dust to create small objects. Blossom and Zephyrine diligently practiced, while Petal decided to have a little fun.

She created a tiny dragon out of her fairy dust and sent it flying around the room, causing chaos and laughter among her classmates. "Hey, at least I'm practicing," she defended herself with a smirk.

Their teacher scolded her, "Petal, this is not a joke. We are training you to become responsible godmothers, not circus performers."

Petal rolled her eyes. "Geez, lighten up a little. It's not like I'm turning anyone into a pumpkin."

Blossom sighed, "Can we please just focus on the lesson now?"

The class continued with the teacher teaching them how to use their magic to help their godchildren overcome challenges. Petal listened attentively, but couldn't resist one last joke. "I hope my godchild doesn't turn out to be a rebellious teenager like me. That would be a real nightmare!"

Blossom shook her head, "You are impossible, Petal."

Suddenly, the mailing bird arrived. Blossom excitedly grabbed the mail, but as she read the contents, her expression changed to a frown.

"What's wrong, Blossom?" Zephyrine asked.

"It's... it's Petal," Blossom replied with a sigh. "She's my godchild."

Petal, who was sitting next to them, overheard the conversation and chimed in with a laugh. "Ha! Looks like you got stuck with me, Blossom!"

Blossom looked at Petal with disappointment. "I was hoping for someone more... well-behaved."

Petal put her hand on her chest dramatically. "Me? Not well-behaved? I'm hurt, Blossom."

Zephyrine chuckled. "Well, I think it's going to be an interesting experience for all of us."

Petal grinned mischievously. "You can count on it."

The teacher interrupted their conversation. "That's enough talking. Let's get back to our lesson."

Petal, being her usual rebellious self, replied, "Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the flower bed today."

Zephyrine and Blossom tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher gave Petal a stern look. "Petal, I won't tolerate any disrespect in my classroom."

Petal rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

The teacher continued with the lesson, but Petal couldn't help herself from making sarcastic comments every once in a while. Zephyrine and Blossom exchanged amused glances, knowing Petal's rebellious nature would never change.

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of class, they flew out of the classroom together. Blossom, looking sad, told them to go to lunch without her. As Blossom flew away, Petal and Zephyrine went to the cafeteria for lunch. Petal couldn't stop joking and making fun of the situation, "Well, well, well, looks like I'm the favorite now. You guys better watch out. I might have to start bossing you around!"

Zephyrine rolled her eyes and chuckled, "You wish, Petal. You're still the same old rebel."

Petal shrugged and replied, "Hey, it's what I do best."

As they reached the cafeteria, they looked around for a table to sit at. Petal noticed a group of fairies staring at her and giggling. She turned to Zephyrine and whispered, "Looks like I'm a celebrity now, huh?"

Zephyrine shook her head and smiled. "You always find a way to make things about you, Petal."

Meanwhile, Blossom arrived at the headmistress's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," the headmistress said.

Blossom entered the office and asked, "Excuse me, headmistress Ophelia. I was just wondering why Petal was chosen as my godchild?"

The headmistress looked at Blossom with a stern expression and replied, "That is not your concern, Blossom. The decision has been made and you must accept it."

Blossom felt disappointed and frustrated, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She nodded her head and left the office, hoping to catch up with her friends at lunch.

As Blossom walked into the cafeteria, she saw Zephyrine and Petal sitting at a table, laughing and chatting with their friends. But Blossom's face remained sullen, and she didn't join them immediately.

Petal noticed her friend's mood and said, "What's wrong with you, Blossom? Did you eat a sour apple?"

Blossom sighed and replied, "I just can't believe that Petal is going to be my godchild. I mean, she's always getting into trouble and causing chaos."

Petal smirked and said, "Hey, I resent that! I prefer to think of it as 'spreading joy and excitement.'"

Zephyrine chimed in, "And besides, isn't that what fairy godmothers are supposed to do? Shake things up and make things interesting?"

Blossom smiled slightly at her friends' words, feeling a bit better. "I guess you have a point," she said.

Petal grinned mischievously. "And don't worry, Blossom. I promise to behave... most of the time."

As they ate, Blossom couldn't help but still bring up the subject of Petal being chosen as her godchild. "I just still don't understand why Petal was chosen as my godchild," she said, sounding exasperated.

Petal smirked and replied, "Well, clearly the headmistress saw potential in me she didn't see in you."

Zephyrine tried to intervene. "Come on, guys. We're all going to be great fairy godmothers. We should support each other."

Blossom sighed, "I know, but it just seems unfair. Petal takes nothing seriously."

Petal rolled her eyes. "Why should I? Life's too short to be serious all the time."

Zephyrine added, "But being a fairy godmother is a big responsibility. You need to take it seriously."

Petal looked at her friends and smiled. "Don't worry, I got this. I'll make sure Blossom's godchild is the best godchild ever."

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, the trio gathered their belongings and flew toward their next class. As they entered the classroom, they saw the headmistress already waiting for them.

"Welcome back, young fairies," the headmistress greeted them. "Today, we will be discussing the importance of empathy in our roles as fairy godmothers."

Petal rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "Empathy, shmempthy. What a bore."

Zephyrine nudged her playfully and whispered, "Come on, Petal, pay attention. This is important."

Blossom, still feeling down about Petal being chosen as her godchild, sat quietly in her seat, not wanting to engage in the conversation.

The headmistress noticed Blossom's lack of participation and asked, "Is everything alright, Blossom?"

Blossom hesitated before responding, "I'm just feeling a bit...disappointed, I guess."

"Disappointed? Whatever for?" the headmistress inquired.

"Well, I thought I would be able to choose my own godchild," Blossom explained. "But instead, Petal was assigned to me."

Petal smirked and said, "Looks like you got stuck with the best, Blossom."

Zephyrine elbowed Petal and scolded her, "Petal, that's not very nice. Blossom has a right to feel how she feels."

The headmistress nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, Petal. It's important to show empathy towards our fellow fairies and their feelings."

Petal rolled her eyes again but begrudgingly agreed to try to be more understanding. The rest of the class continued with the lesson on empathy, and although Petal still found it boring, she listened attentively and even managed to contribute a few ideas.

Suddenly a teacher walked in and whispered something to the headmistress and as she walked out with the teacher, Petal leaned over to Zephyrine and whispered, "What do you think that was all about?"

Zephyrine shrugged. "I have no idea, but I hope it's not bad news."

Blossom nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I hope everything's okay."

Petal rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you guys. Where's your sense of adventure? Maybe something exciting is happening!"

Zephyrine smiled. "I like your optimism, Petal."

As they waited for the headmistress to return, the class started to get restless. Petal stood up and started to do a little dance, making the others laugh.

"Sit down, Petal," Blossom whispered, trying not to laugh too loud.

But Petal just grinned and kept dancing. "Come on, let's have some fun while we wait!"

Suddenly, as the headmistress walked back into the classroom, the expression on her face was stern and disappointed. "I'm extremely disappointed with the behavior that just occurred in my absence," she said, her voice firm. "Petal, Blossom, and Zephyrine, I expected better from you as future fairy godmothers."

Petal rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Geez, sorry for having a bit of fun."

The headmistress shot her a look, and Petal quickly composed herself. "Sorry, Headmistress," she said, trying to look sincere.

The headmistress continued, "As punishment, you will each have to write a 1000-word essay on the importance of responsibility as fairy godmothers."

Blossom looked worried, but Petal just shrugged. "Piece of cake," she said, grinning.

The headmistress fixed her with a stern look. "I expect these essays to be taken seriously, Petal."

Petal nodded, but as soon as the headmistress had turned her back, she stuck her tongue out at her friends and made a face. "I can't believe we got in trouble for having a bit of fun," she whispered to them. "This school needs to loosen up a bit."

As the bell rang, Blossom gathered her things and prepared to leave, but the headmistress stopped her.

"Can I speak to you for a moment, Blossom?" the headmistress asked.

Blossom nodded, and the other fairies flew out of the classroom, leaving her alone with the headmistress.

"I wanted to explain to you why we chose Petal as your godchild," the headmistress began. "You see, Petal may be a bit of a rebel, but she has a heart of gold. She cares deeply for others and has a way of making people laugh, even in the darkest of times. I thought that her spirit would be a good match for your kind and gentle nature."

Blossom thought about this for a moment and then nodded in understanding. "Thank you for explaining, Headmistress," she said.

As she turned to leave, the headmistress called after her. "Oh, and Blossom? I know this may not have been the outcome you were hoping for, but I have a feeling you and Petal are going to make a great team. Trust me."

Blossom smiled, feeling a little better about the situation. "I will, Headmistress. Thank you."

And with that, she flew out of the room to catch up with her friends.

Petal turned to Blossom with a curious expression on her face. "What did she say?" she asked.

Blossom smiled mischievously. "I'm not telling you," she replied, enjoying the look of frustration on Petal's face.

Petal pouted. "Come on, Blossom, don't be like that. What did she say about me?"

Blossom's smile widened. "All I can say is that she had good reasons for choosing you as my godchild."

Petal's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? What reasons?"

Blossom chuckled. "Sorry, Petal. You'll have to find out for yourself."

Petal rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Fine, be that way. But I'll get it out of you, eventually."

Blossom laughed. "We'll see about that."

Zephyrine burst out laughing at her friends. Petal couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "What's so funny?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Zephyrine tried to control her laughter and explained, "I'm sorry, it's just that you always seem to get into trouble, Petal. It's like you have a radar for it."

Petal rolled her eyes. "Ha ha, very funny, Zephyrine. You know I don't mean to cause trouble, it just happens."

Blossom chimed in, "Don't worry Petal, we love you just the way you are."

Petal smiled, feeling grateful for her friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Zephyrine arrived home and found her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. She greeted her and then said, "Mom, guess what happened today at school?"

"What is it, dear?" her mother replied, turning to face her.

"Blossom was assigned a new godchild, and it's none other than Petal!" Zephyrine exclaimed.

Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? That's quite interesting. Petal must be over the moon."

Zephyrine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she was definitely shocked when she found out. I think she's still trying to process it all."

"Well, I'm sure she'll do great. Blossom is an excellent fairy godmother in training, and I'm sure Petal will learn a lot from her," her mother said with a smile.

Zephyrine smiled back, feeling relieved her mother was supportive. "Yeah, I think so too. It's just so unexpected, you know?"

"I can imagine," her mother said. "But sometimes the best things in life come when we least expect them."

Zephyrine nodded and flew upstairs. As she entered her room, she felt a sense of happiness wash over her. She had a wonderful day with her friends, despite the initial shock of Petal being Blossom's godchild. She sat down on her bed, took out her wand, and began practicing spells.

After a few minutes, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out.

Her mother peeked her head in. "Hey, sweetie. Just wanted to check in again."

Zephyrine grinned. "Everything is fine Mum,"

Her mother smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, honey. How's your training coming along?"

Zephyrine's smile faltered slightly. "It's going okay. I still have a lot to learn, but I'm getting there."

Her mother placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. You'll get the hang of it. Just keep practicing, and you'll be a great fairy godmother in no time."

Zephyrine smiled gratefully at her mother. "Thanks, Mom. I'll keep that in mind."

With that, her mother left the room, and Zephyrine continued to practice her spells. Despite her worries about her training, she felt happy and content knowing that she had such wonderful friends by her side.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the events of the day. She decided to take a break and brought out her diary, flipping through the pages until she found a blank one.

As she picked up her pen to write, she couldn't help but let out a small sigh.

"Dear diary," she began, "Today has been quite eventful. Blossom found out Petal was her godchild, and she wasn't too happy about it. And then in class, Petal caused quite a disruption, which landed us all in trouble with the headmistress."

Zephyrine paused, biting her lip before continuing.

"But I can't help but feel like this is all part of some bigger plan. Maybe Petal is meant to teach us all something, or maybe she's meant to help Blossom in some way. I don't know. I just have this feeling there's more to this than meets the eye."

Zephyrine set down her pen, feeling a bit better now she had gotten her thoughts out on paper. She closed her diary and lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what other surprises the future held.