A Phaery Named Phredde and Other Stories to Eat with a Banana
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Beautiful new editions of popular titles that will entice a whole new generation of readers to the exploits of Phredde and her friends. A Phaery Named Phredde and other stories to eat with a banana Meet Phredde, the coolest phaery in the universe. Phredde is tiny, ferocious and Pru's best friend. And with Pru's brother turning into a werewolf, Pru needs all the magic help she can get! Ages 7-12
Jackie French
Jackie French AM is an award-winning writer, wombat negotiator, the 2014–2015 Australian Children's Laureate and the 2015 Senior Australian of the Year. In 2016 Jackie became a Member of the Order of Australia for her contribution to children's literature and her advocacy for youth literacy. She is regarded as one of Australia's most popular children's authors and writes across all genres — from picture books, history, fantasy, ecology and sci-fi to her much loved historical fiction for a variety of age groups. ‘A book can change a child's life. A book can change the world' was the primary philosophy behind Jackie's two-year term as Laureate. jackiefrench.com facebook.com/authorjackiefrench
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A Phaery Named Phredde and Other Stories to Eat with a Banana - Jackie French
A Bit About Stories
There are stories that move you, that become part of you, that make you think and dream…
Then there are the sorts of stories you read when school has stretched out like a long, flat road and you’re feeling totally brain dead and just want to read and laugh and eat a banana.
These are stories for those times.
Escape stories. Silly happy stories.
Stories to eat with a banana.
PS…Yes, I do mean eat.
Some people READ stories—mostly when they’re told they HAVE to go and read a story.
And some people EAT them—the way they eat potato chips or cherries…
or bananas.
A Phaery Named Phredde
‘Who are you staring at, bug eyes?’ snarled the fairy.
I dumped my schoolbag and glared at her. ‘I’m not staring.’
The fairy snorted from her perch on the front fence opposite the school. She was smaller than me…well, of course she was smaller.
She was a fairy.
She was about the size of my hand, with wings like melting iceblocks and a skirt cut out of rainbow wisps, and hair like shredded coconut and the tiniest, brightest purple joggers I’d ever seen.
I didn’t even know fairies wore joggers.
I didn’t know they had punk haircuts either, which just shows you how little I used to know about fairies.
And I don’t know if her voice sounded like a tinkling brook or not. I mean I’ve never even HEARD a tinkling brook.
The creek down the rec ground just goes PLOG when your soccer ball lands in it. If you heard it go ‘tinkle’ you’d think it had mutated with all the shopping trolleys and hamburger wrappers people throw in it. (The creek doesn’t have a Ruritanian accent either.)
Her voice was ‘bell-like’ maybe. In fairy stories that’s what they say fairies sound like—if you can believe that stuff. But to be honest, the only bell I’ve ever heard is the one at school and she didn’t sound like that sort of bell at all.
‘If you stared any harder your eyes’d pop,’ said the fairy, fluttering her wings like a wasp in ‘attack-in-twenty-seconds’ mode.
Okay, so I was staring. It’s not often you see a fairy when you are on your way home from school, sitting there on someone’s front fence kicking at the roses with her joggers, the gold road to her castle shimmering through the air above her.
It was only a year since the civil war in Ruritania had spread Ruritanian refugees around the world—fairies and vampires, and all the rest. No one had ever heard of Ruritania much till then, except in fairy stories, but suddenly it was in all the headlines.
Not many Ruritanian refugees came to Australia—only a few hundred in all. But, with fairies and vampires being in the news so often, the publicity and sympathy allowed others with werewolf blood or gnome genes somewhere down the family tree to feel they could admit it. I mean, people you had never DREAMT were strange…
Like Mrs Olsen…
‘Finished yet?’ snarled the fairy.
‘Look. I’m sorry, okay? It’s just I’ve never seen a fairy before…’
‘That’s phaery
, pinhead!’ declared the fairy.
I blinked. It sounded just the way I’d said it, except for a bit of a Ruritanian accent. The fairy made a rude noise.
‘P.H.A.E.R.Y.,’ she spelt out.
‘Well, phaery then, if that’s the way you want it.’
‘Oh, go bite your toenails,’ snorted the phaery, and disappeared.
Her castle flashed out of sight as well.
Mum was home.
She’s mostly stayed at home since losing her job, which is okay because Mum likes crosswords and doing practical things, not sitting behind a desk, except money’s tight.
For a moment, I couldn’t help comparing our place, with its thin walls, traffic muttering outside and our so-called garden—where NOTHING can grow because Mark’s size 14 feet crash down on it every time he loses his soccer ball (and you can’t even play soccer properly in our yard without the ball landing in next door’s daisies)—with the fairy’s, oops, phaery’s castle up among the clouds.
You wouldn’t hear the traffic up there. I bet there were dragons down in their dungeons, too. Great snarling dragons with flames and wings…
We can’t even afford a cross-eyed corgi.
Mum was trying to re-cover the sofa. The old sofa cover had ripped right across the seat last night when Mark thumped down on it. (Mark’s my older brother. He’s good at thumping).
Mum was using an old Indian-cotton bedspread to make the new cover and trying to follow the directions in a magazine. She had already done the crossword in it—I suppose to give her enough confidence to tackle the sofa. (If you were to ask Mum what Heaven was like, she’d say it was a six-letter word that meant Paradise).
‘What do you think?’ she asked, giving the new cover a final twitch.
‘It’s okay.’
Actually, it had more wrinkles than the bulldog down the road. The poor thing looked like it was trying to wriggle off our sofa as fast as it could go. Not that I blamed it. Mark would only thump on it again.
Mum creaked to her feet. She says she’s got the Edwards’ knees. They always creak.
‘How was school?’ (If every kid in the world promised to scream next time they were asked that, maybe we could get adults to stop it. Do you KNOW how many times I’ve answered that question…well, yeah…I suppose you do…)
Anyway, I didn’t scream. Mum was having a hard enough time without my going operatic on her.
‘It was okay,’ I said instead.
‘Only okay?’
I shrugged. What could I say? That it’d been the lousiest day since the bead went up my nose at last year’s Christmas party?
That I’d been insulted by a punk phaery on the way home?
And that my new teacher…
I took a deep breath. Then I took another one. Mum was going to have to find out some time. Better now than Parent and Teacher night.
‘Mrs Olsen’s a vampire.’
‘She’s a what?’ Mum sat down, Plunk!, on the sofa and the new cover ripped right across the back and Mum said a word I’m not even supposed to KNOW, much less say.
‘What did you say?’ gasped Mum, as though it was me that had said something rude, not her.
‘Mrs Olsen’s a vampire. She admitted it today.’
‘A vampire!’ Mum reached for the phone. ‘Well I’m not having it! I don’t care what the anti-discrimination laws say, I’m not having a child of mine taught by some bloodsucker!’
‘Mum! Cool it,’ I said as calmly as I could. You have to be patient with parents when they start stressing out. ‘She doesn’t drink blood.’
‘But you said…’
‘I said she’s a vampire. But she doesn’t stick her fangs into anyone. Her teeth aren’t really all that big anyway. I mean, you’d hardly notice them if you weren’t looking.’
Mum looked at me suspiciously. ‘How does she survive then?’
‘She says her family has an arrangement with the abattoir for all the dried blood. She explained it this afternoon. We get the meat and they get the blood, and they mix it up whenever they need a snack…’
Mum put the receiver back reluctantly. ‘Well…I suppose that’s different.’
‘Yeah. Sort of.’
As a matter of fact, I thought it was totally gross. I’d nearly been sick when she talked about mixing thickshakes and things. Amelia down the back HAD been sick, or maybe that was the hot dog and tomato sauce and two red iceblocks she’d had for lunch.
But then I didn’t want Mum making a fuss and embarrassing me at school. You’ve got to be careful sometimes not to let your parents get wound up.
‘Mrs Olsen said her drinking blood is really no different from us eating meat.’
Mum blinked. ‘I never thought of it like that,’ she admitted.
‘Sure,’ I said reassuringly. More reassuringly than I really felt, to be honest. I mean, BLOOD—YUK!!! But then, I suppose if I was a cow I wouldn’t care if they turned me into hamburgers or vampire tucker. I’d still be just as dead.
‘Don’t vampires only come out at night?’ asked Mum.
‘Not exactly. Mrs Olsen explained that too. She said it’s been hard being a closet vampire all these years. She has to return to her coffin every hour during the day so she used to only teach night classes. But now that everything’s out in the open she can bring it to school and just pop inside for a few minutes between classes and…and she keeps it in the store cupboard with the art supplies…’ My voice trailed off.
It was actually pretty creepy having a coffin in the storeroom. The coffin was all dark wood and gold trim and once, when Mrs Olsen was getting out of it, I saw a flash of red satin inside, like something from a horror movie.
But I was getting used to it…
Mum was silent for a moment. ‘Do you like her?’ she asked finally.
I