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The Stein family lived in the pretty pink house with lovely purple shutters down at the end of Da/jbdil Street. Everything about the house was bright and cheery. Everything, that is, except the upstairs bedroom with the tiny round window.
That room belonged to Franny K Stein, and she liked to keep it dark, and spooky, and creepy.
Every few days her mother would come in and redecorate Franny's bedroom with daisies, and lilacs, and pictures of lovely horses. It would always look so sweet and pretty.
But by the very next day Franny would somehow manage to make it look dark, and creepy, and spooky again That was how she liked it - like a dungeon, complete with giant spiders and hats.
"Bats! Where does she get bats?" her mother would ask when she saw Franny's room. "Is there a bat store around here or something?"
Of course there wasn't a bat store around. The bats just kept showing up. The bats liked Franny s room, and Franny liked the bats.
"They're like rats with pterodactyl wings," she d say. "What's not to like?" Copyright © 2003 by James Benton
Franny's bedroom was really something special. It had big steaming test tubes, strange bubbling beakers, and a whole bunch of crackling electrical gizmos that Franny had made all by herself.
Franny's room also had a giant tarantula cage, a snake house, and a tank where she raised a special breed of joying piranha. She couldn't imagine why anybody would want daisies and lilacs when they could have poison ivy and Venus flytraps.
There's no comparison, she'd say, ducking one of her flying piranha.
Franny thought her room was so great, and so wonderful, and so perfect for her that she almost never wanted to leave it. But she had to, of course, fox things like going outside, eating dinner, going to school, and using the bathroom.
Which is something Franny really liked to do.
Whoops. That didn't sound tight. It was going to school that Ftanny really liked. Copyright © 2003 by James Benton