In the Midwest, long ago, a girl of six was sent to school.
"Make us proud", said the Mother.
"Behave yourself", said the Father. And the girl's older brother stuck out his
tongue and then went away to play with his friends.
The school was big; the girl's legs dangled in the air when she sat in the chairs
and the teachers frowned because when she was told to color she didn't stay inside
the lines. Then one day a teacher taught the girl how to read.
"Now practice", said the teacher. "Practice or else you'll forget and will have
to learn how to do this all over again next year." The thought of having to do
something all over again didn't appeal to the girl at all, so she continued to
read. She still preferred to color auras around pictures, though.
One day after school the girl came home but nobody was there. "Hello", she said
in the livingroom. It was empty. "Hello!", she said in the kitchen, but it was