Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Once upon a time, a fairy was playing in a pumpkin patch far to the east. But this fairy was all alone, and she wanted a friend, someone to talk to and play games with. She wished with all her might that a friend would appear.

In the morning, when she awoke, there before her---stood an adorable pumpkin with leafy legs and arms, soft green eyes and a smile that was gentle.

“Are you my new friend?” The fairy asked, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Ever since that time, one pumpkin in a pumpkin patch, by some unknown magic, is turned into a living, breathing pumpkin, a joyful and adorable pumpkin that can run around, play games, share a secret, tell a joke, and be a best friend to anyone feeling lonely.

Welcome this adorable pumpkin to the PnF village.

Arnold was the runt of his litter, so naturally he’s a little uncertain about making his way in the world, especially on the frozen ground of the treeless Arctic Tundra! Sure, his beautiful blue scarf keeps his neck nice and warm, but his tender little paws are a tad hesitant about stepping out onto the ice… All Arnold really needs is a friend, to brave the big world with. Will you be his friend?

Arnold was the runt of his litter, so naturally he’s a little uncertain about making his way in the world, especially on the frozen ground of the treeless Arctic Tundra! Sure, his beautiful blue scarf keeps his neck nice and warm, but his tender little paws are a tad hesitant about stepping out onto the ice… All Arnold really needs is a friend, to brave the big world with. Will you be his friend?

Arnold was the runt of his litter, so naturally he’s a little uncertain about making his way in the world, especially on the frozen ground of the treeless Arctic Tundra! Sure, his beautiful blue scarf keeps his neck nice and warm, but his tender little paws are a tad hesitant about stepping out onto the ice… All Arnold really needs is a friend, to brave the big world with. Will you be his friend?

Arnold was the runt of his litter, so naturally he’s a little uncertain about making his way in the world, especially on the frozen ground of the treeless Arctic Tundra! Sure, his beautiful blue scarf keeps his neck nice and warm, but his tender little paws are a tad hesitant about stepping out onto the ice… All Arnold really needs is a friend, to brave the big world with. Will you be his friend?

Once there was an old twisted grandmother tree which stood alone in a clearing in the woods. It had stood there for many seasons giving home to critters and baring fruit but as the years passed less and less fruit graced her branches and the old tree became sad. The old tree had seen many years and watched woodcutters claim many of her friends with their sharp axe blade. But the old tree was too twisted to make good lumber and too old to make a good fire. Each summer the woodcutters came and cut more trees and stole from her, the ripe red fruit which grew on her branches. In time the ground around her, which once was full of strong healthy trees, slowly became barren until she was the only tree standing in the clearing. The animals found homes in other trees and her twisted branches no longer stretched to the sky full of bright leaves and ripe red fruit.

One day late in the summer, a young couple came walking through the woods. The young man held the maiden's hand so gently, then raising her hand to his chest he turned towards the girl and smiled. His heart was full and his eyes twinkled with excitement. The young maiden smiled back at him, her cheeks grew warm and her eyes twinkled in as she looked at him. The young man could no longer wait to declare his love. Falling to one knee, he told the maiden how he could not face a single day without her, without seeing her smile, without holding her hand. He promised to love her always and asked for her hand in marriage. The young lady accepted. Excitedly the young man took a knife from his pocket and cut a tiny twisted branch from the tree, he weaved it around itself and carefully crafted a bracelet for the maiden to wear until he was able to purchase a ring. Then, taking the knife, he carved a heart into the trunk of the tree. The young couple made the old tree so happy that the carving didn't even hurt, as deep within the old tree, happiness began to grow. The young man leaned in and kissed the young maid tenderly and with that, a blossom burst forth upon a branch of the old tree. The first blossom to grow there in many, many years. The old tree watched the couple as they walked back through the woods holding hands and she grew more and more happy. She hoped that they would return to visit her again one day.

The following year, when summer came to the woods, in the clearing stood the old twisted tree with a single shining red apple clinging to its branch. One sunny day the young man and his bride returned to the clearing in the woods. The young man smiled when he found the heart that he carved into the bark. He was satisfied that this was the spot where he had proposed. Looking up at the old tree, he saw the ripe red fruit clinging to the branch. He took out his knife again and cut down the fruit to share with his wife. She whispered to him "You have made me the happiest wife, I only wish that you will make me happy once more by making me a mother". She bit into the sweet fruit and in the following spring, a child was born.

The next summer, a woodcutter passed by the old tree. He saw that the tree was too twisted for good lumber and too old to make a good fire, but there was one bright red apple on the branch. He took his axe and swung in hard driving it deep into the bark of the tree. The old tree shuddered with pain. Letting his axe rest there, the woodcutter reached up and plucked the fruit from the branch. The woodcutter stared at the old tree and thought he should cut it down for spite as there were no more fruit on the branches and the old tree was far too twisted to make good lumber. "This old tree is useless! I should chop it down" he declared. "I hope that I can find many strong straight trees to fell and sell." he shined his apple and took a large bite. The woodcutter grabbed the axe handle and tugged, but the axe did not budge. He pulled harder and the axe did not budge. The woodcutter grew angry, bracing his foot on the trunk of the tree, he pulled and pulled with all his might. Suddenly, the axe flew out with such a force the butt of the axe struck the woodcutter in the head and he fell to the ground like a stone. The old tree smiled again as the pain of the axe cut eased and the warmth of the sun shone upon her bark. And with the warmth in her growing again a new shining red apple appeared on the branch.

The old gramdmother tree's shining red apple is always ripe for the picking. It hangs waiting for you. A single bite of the fresh fruit can grant you your deepest desire. That is, if your heart is good and full of love. But if your heart is dark and your intentions are not pure, your fate will be much worse. So go ahead, pluck the perfect red and shining fruit for yourself. Tell the old tree your deepest desire and take a bite of the sweet, sweet fruit. That is... if you dare.

Once there was an old twisted grandmother tree which stood alone in a clearing in the woods. It had stood there for many seasons giving home to critters and baring fruit but as the years passed less and less fruit graced her branches and the old tree became sad. The old tree had seen many years and watched woodcutters claim many of her friends with their sharp axe blade. But the old tree was too twisted to make good lumber and too old to make a good fire. Each summer the woodcutters came and cut more trees and stole from her, the ripe red fruit which grew on her branches. In time the ground around her, which once was full of strong healthy trees, slowly became barren until she was the only tree standing in the clearing. The animals found homes in other trees and her twisted branches no longer stretched to the sky full of bright leaves and ripe red fruit.

One day late in the summer, a young couple came walking through the woods. The young man held the maiden's hand so gently, then raising her hand to his chest he turned towards the girl and smiled. His heart was full and his eyes twinkled with excitement. The young maiden smiled back at him, her cheeks grew warm and her eyes twinkled in as she looked at him. The young man could no longer wait to declare his love. Falling to one knee, he told the maiden how he could not face a single day without her, without seeing her smile, without holding her hand. He promised to love her always and asked for her hand in marriage. The young lady accepted. Excitedly the young man took a knife from his pocket and cut a tiny twisted branch from the tree, he weaved it around itself and carefully crafted a bracelet for the maiden to wear until he was able to purchase a ring. Then, taking the knife, he carved a heart into the trunk of the tree. The young couple made the old tree so happy that the carving didn't even hurt, as deep within the old tree, happiness began to grow. The young man leaned in and kissed the young maid tenderly and with that, a blossom burst forth upon a branch of the old tree. The first blossom to grow there in many, many years. The old tree watched the couple as they walked back through the woods holding hands and she grew more and more happy. She hoped that they would return to visit her again one day.

The following year, when summer came to the woods, in the clearing stood the old twisted tree with a single shining red apple clinging to its branch. One sunny day the young man and his bride returned to the clearing in the woods. The young man smiled when he found the heart that he carved into the bark. He was satisfied that this was the spot where he had proposed. Looking up at the old tree, he saw the ripe red fruit clinging to the branch. He took out his knife again and cut down the fruit to share with his wife. She whispered to him "You have made me the happiest wife, I only wish that you will make me happy once more by making me a mother". She bit into the sweet fruit and in the following spring, a child was born.

The next summer, a woodcutter passed by the old tree. He saw that the tree was too twisted for good lumber and too old to make a good fire, but there was one bright red apple on the branch. He took his axe and swung in hard driving it deep into the bark of the tree. The old tree shuddered with pain. Letting his axe rest there, the woodcutter reached up and plucked the fruit from the branch. The woodcutter stared at the old tree and thought he should cut it down for spite as there were no more fruit on the branches and the old tree was far too twisted to make good lumber. "This old tree is useless! I should chop it down" he declared. "I hope that I can find many strong straight trees to fell and sell." he shined his apple and took a large bite. The woodcutter grabbed the axe handle and tugged, but the axe did not budge. He pulled harder and the axe did not budge. The woodcutter grew angry, bracing his foot on the trunk of the tree, he pulled and pulled with all his might. Suddenly, the axe flew out with such a force the butt of the axe struck the woodcutter in the head and he fell to the ground like a stone. The old tree smiled again as the pain of the axe cut eased and the warmth of the sun shone upon her bark. And with the warmth in her growing again a new shining red apple appeared on the branch.

The old gramdmother tree's shining red apple is always ripe for the picking. It hangs waiting for you. A single bite of the fresh fruit can grant you your deepest desire. That is, if your heart is good and full of love. But if your heart is dark and your intentions are not pure, your fate will be much worse. So go ahead, pluck the perfect red and shining fruit for yourself. Tell the old tree your deepest desire and take a bite of the sweet, sweet fruit. That is... if you dare.

Once there was an old twisted grandmother tree which stood alone in a clearing in the woods. It had stood there for many seasons giving home to critters and baring fruit but as the years passed less and less fruit graced her branches and the old tree became sad. The old tree had seen many years and watched woodcutters claim many of her friends with their sharp axe blade. But the old tree was too twisted to make good lumber and too old to make a good fire. Each summer the woodcutters came and cut more trees and stole from her, the ripe red fruit which grew on her branches. In time the ground around her, which once was full of strong healthy trees, slowly became barren until she was the only tree standing in the clearing. The animals found homes in other trees and her twisted branches no longer stretched to the sky full of bright leaves and ripe red fruit.

One day late in the summer, a young couple came walking through the woods. The young man held the maiden's hand so gently, then raising her hand to his chest he turned towards the girl and smiled. His heart was full and his eyes twinkled with excitement. The young maiden smiled back at him, her cheeks grew warm and her eyes twinkled in as she looked at him. The young man could no longer wait to declare his love. Falling to one knee, he told the maiden how he could not face a single day without her, without seeing her smile, without holding her hand. He promised to love her always and asked for her hand in marriage. The young lady accepted. Excitedly the young man took a knife from his pocket and cut a tiny twisted branch from the tree, he weaved it around itself and carefully crafted a bracelet for the maiden to wear until he was able to purchase a ring. Then, taking the knife, he carved a heart into the trunk of the tree. The young couple made the old tree so happy that the carving didn't even hurt, as deep within the old tree, happiness began to grow. The young man leaned in and kissed the young maid tenderly and with that, a blossom burst forth upon a branch of the old tree. The first blossom to grow there in many, many years. The old tree watched the couple as they walked back through the woods holding hands and she grew more and more happy. She hoped that they would return to visit her again one day.

The following year, when summer came to the woods, in the clearing stood the old twisted tree with a single shining red apple clinging to its branch. One sunny day the young man and his bride returned to the clearing in the woods. The young man smiled when he found the heart that he carved into the bark. He was satisfied that this was the spot where he had proposed. Looking up at the old tree, he saw the ripe red fruit clinging to the branch. He took out his knife again and cut down the fruit to share with his wife. She whispered to him "You have made me the happiest wife, I only wish that you will make me happy once more by making me a mother". She bit into the sweet fruit and in the following spring, a child was born.

The next summer, a woodcutter passed by the old tree. He saw that the tree was too twisted for good lumber and too old to make a good fire, but there was one bright red apple on the branch. He took his axe and swung in hard driving it deep into the bark of the tree. The old tree shuddered with pain. Letting his axe rest there, the woodcutter reached up and plucked the fruit from the branch. The woodcutter stared at the old tree and thought he should cut it down for spite as there were no more fruit on the branches and the old tree was far too twisted to make good lumber. "This old tree is useless! I should chop it down" he declared. "I hope that I can find many strong straight trees to fell and sell." he shined his apple and took a large bite. The woodcutter grabbed the axe handle and tugged, but the axe did not budge. He pulled harder and the axe did not budge. The woodcutter grew angry, bracing his foot on the trunk of the tree, he pulled and pulled with all his might. Suddenly, the axe flew out with such a force the butt of the axe struck the woodcutter in the head and he fell to the ground like a stone. The old tree smiled again as the pain of the axe cut eased and the warmth of the sun shone upon her bark. And with the warmth in her growing again a new shining red apple appeared on the branch.

The old gramdmother tree's shining red apple is always ripe for the picking. It hangs waiting for you. A single bite of the fresh fruit can grant you your deepest desire. That is, if your heart is good and full of love. But if your heart is dark and your intentions are not pure, your fate will be much worse. So go ahead, pluck the perfect red and shining fruit for yourself. Tell the old tree your deepest desire and take a bite of the sweet, sweet fruit. That is... if you dare.

Once there was an old twisted grandmother tree which stood alone in a clearing in the woods. It had stood there for many seasons giving home to critters and baring fruit but as the years passed less and less fruit graced her branches and the old tree became sad. The old tree had seen many years and watched woodcutters claim many of her friends with their sharp axe blade. But the old tree was too twisted to make good lumber and too old to make a good fire. Each summer the woodcutters came and cut more trees and stole from her, the ripe red fruit which grew on her branches. In time the ground around her, which once was full of strong healthy trees, slowly became barren until she was the only tree standing in the clearing. The animals found homes in other trees and her twisted branches no longer stretched to the sky full of bright leaves and ripe red fruit.

One day late in the summer, a young couple came walking through the woods. The young man held the maiden's hand so gently, then raising her hand to his chest he turned towards the girl and smiled. His heart was full and his eyes twinkled with excitement. The young maiden smiled back at him, her cheeks grew warm and her eyes twinkled in as she looked at him. The young man could no longer wait to declare his love. Falling to one knee, he told the maiden how he could not face a single day without her, without seeing her smile, without holding her hand. He promised to love her always and asked for her hand in marriage. The young lady accepted. Excitedly the young man took a knife from his pocket and cut a tiny twisted branch from the tree, he weaved it around itself and carefully crafted a bracelet for the maiden to wear until he was able to purchase a ring. Then, taking the knife, he carved a heart into the trunk of the tree. The young couple made the old tree so happy that the carving didn't even hurt, as deep within the old tree, happiness began to grow. The young man leaned in and kissed the young maid tenderly and with that, a blossom burst forth upon a branch of the old tree. The first blossom to grow there in many, many years. The old tree watched the couple as they walked back through the woods holding hands and she grew more and more happy. She hoped that they would return to visit her again one day.

The following year, when summer came to the woods, in the clearing stood the old twisted tree with a single shining red apple clinging to its branch. One sunny day the young man and his bride returned to the clearing in the woods. The young man smiled when he found the heart that he carved into the bark. He was satisfied that this was the spot where he had proposed. Looking up at the old tree, he saw the ripe red fruit clinging to the branch. He took out his knife again and cut down the fruit to share with his wife. She whispered to him "You have made me the happiest wife, I only wish that you will make me happy once more by making me a mother". She bit into the sweet fruit and in the following spring, a child was born.

The next summer, a woodcutter passed by the old tree. He saw that the tree was too twisted for good lumber and too old to make a good fire, but there was one bright red apple on the branch. He took his axe and swung in hard driving it deep into the bark of the tree. The old tree shuddered with pain. Letting his axe rest there, the woodcutter reached up and plucked the fruit from the branch. The woodcutter stared at the old tree and thought he should cut it down for spite as there were no more fruit on the branches and the old tree was far too twisted to make good lumber. "This old tree is useless! I should chop it down" he declared. "I hope that I can find many strong straight trees to fell and sell." he shined his apple and took a large bite. The woodcutter grabbed the axe handle and tugged, but the axe did not budge. He pulled harder and the axe did not budge. The woodcutter grew angry, bracing his foot on the trunk of the tree, he pulled and pulled with all his might. Suddenly, the axe flew out with such a force the butt of the axe struck the woodcutter in the head and he fell to the ground like a stone. The old tree smiled again as the pain of the axe cut eased and the warmth of the sun shone upon her bark. And with the warmth in her growing again a new shining red apple appeared on the branch.

The old gramdmother tree's shining red apple is always ripe for the picking. It hangs waiting for you. A single bite of the fresh fruit can grant you your deepest desire. That is, if your heart is good and full of love. But if your heart is dark and your intentions are not pure, your fate will be much worse. So go ahead, pluck the perfect red and shining fruit for yourself. Tell the old tree your deepest desire and take a bite of the sweet, sweet fruit. That is... if you dare.

The cool, autumn winds blow;
Winter's coming soon, I know.
But for now, I'll enjoy the colors so
And wish they, like I, didn't have to go.
But go, I must, fly where it's warm
And join the others of my swarm.
Please stay safe, and avoid all harm
As the frights of night bring shivers to your arm.

The cool, autumn winds blow;
Winter's coming soon, I know.
But for now, I'll enjoy the colors so
And wish they, like I, didn't have to go.
But go, I must, fly where it's warm
And join the others of my swarm.
Please stay safe, and avoid all harm
As the frights of night bring shivers to your arm.

The cool, autumn winds blow;
Winter's coming soon, I know.
But for now, I'll enjoy the colors so
And wish they, like I, didn't have to go.
But go, I must, fly where it's warm
And join the others of my swarm.
Please stay safe, and avoid all harm
As the frights of night bring shivers to your arm.

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”

Octavia Owl feels a touch of melancholy as her summer break comes to an end. What a wonderful summer it was! The camping trip with her dear grandchildren, the shopping trip in the city with her sister, relaxing days at home working in her garden, renovating the kitchen with her husband, reading books late into the night free from alarm clocks. Cherished memories to carry with her as she returns to her classroom.

Bedecked in her new fall outfit, her feathers looking great with their auburn highlights, Octavia prepares for a new group of students, young minds she can inspire and ignite with her passion for learning. Some students will be scared, nervous to be away from home. Others will be defiant, challenging her at every turn. Then there are the know-it-alls who don’t give other students a chance to speak. The deeply troubled students who live in dysfunctional homes touch Octavia’s heart most of all. All of her new students will need kindness, patience, love, and encouragement. They will need someone who believes in them even when they don’t believe in themselves.

Octavia stands in her classroom and surveys her new autumn themed wall displays and activity centres as the bell rings. She listens to the chaotic shouting and foot pounding in the hallway. As the door opens, children rush in, jostling each other. A young hedgehog is crying because her hair has been pulled. A little rabbit has hidden under a desk. Octavia relies on her years of experience and her skillful classroom management as she writes her name on the board and calms her class, “Good morning. My name is Mrs. Owl. Each desk has a name plate. Please find the desk with your own special name plate, and take a seat. Who wants to play a game with coloured jelly beans?”