all the different classrooms and hallways. She watched him as
he stared everywhere in astoni~hment'~a,n d she laughed as
he ran out of the way to let the crowds of students pass as they
went from class to class.
'"ere are more people in this school than in a11 of Sark!"
Re whispered.
Fizza introduced Fletcher to her friends. She told them that
he knew more about the countryside and animals than anyone
else she knew. He was amazing! However, not everyone felt the
same as Fizza.
'Who is he?" whispered Babs, thinking that he needed
a good haircut.
"He's my friend from Sark!" said Fizza.
"He speaks funny."
"He lived in America when he was younger."
"Isn't he a bit . . ."
"What?'"
"You know .. . strange," said Babs. "He jumps every time
an ambulance goes past the school!"
"You don't h o w him!" said Fizza.
'Xnd where did he get those shoes? They're awful!"
I
"Oh, just shut up, Babs!"
Fizza thought of how he rode horses, caught fish with his
hands, and climbed the highest trees. Babs didn't know how
wonderful FIetcher was, because she hadn't seen him do these
things!
As the bell rang for the end of school, Fletcher asked FEzza
I if she wanted to come and see the horses that evening.
"I'd love to!" said Fizza.
Richard McIntyre was waiting to pick Fletcher up at the
school gates and he waved at Fizza. Fizza thought it was such
I I fun to see a horse and carriage outside the school!