Some weeks ago, the Sylvanian Families Forum moderators announced a special "Back To School" themed challenge. For this challenge, we were tasked with featuring a Treefellow owl in a back-to-school themed story, with a maximum of four photographs. I can tell you it was VERY hard narrowing it down to just four pictures! Here is my entry - I hope you enjoy it!
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Sarah Patches was going back to school.
She had been looking forward to this day, ever since her
family had decided to stop their travelling lifestyle and settle down in
Macadamia Grove. Her younger brother had
never been to school before, as they had both been homeschooled on their
travels. Sarah, however, remembered her
first year or two of primary school quite fondly, and had been so excited when
she received her letter of acceptance to Bottlebrush Academy. She had read all the booklets the school had
sent – twice – and her schoolbag had been packed for weeks. Now, she was finally – finally! – walking
with her mother up the path to Bottlebrush
Academy – and suddenly
she felt shy and a little panicky. She
hadn’t been to a real school in a long time, and never to high school. What if she didn’t fit in here? What if the work was too hard for her? What if she didn’t make any friends?
Just then, her mother squeezed her paw, and smiled at
her.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll be just fine. You know, it’s lots of other kids’ first day
here, too – you won’t be the only nervous one.”
Sarah nodded, took a deep breath, and followed the stream of
students toward the front doors.
As it was Sarah’s first year, she was expected to come with
a parent to meet the Headmistress, Miss Treefellow, in her office.
“Well now, whooo have we here?” said Miss Treefellow, as
they entered. “Ah, Miss Patches. Dooo sit down. I am Arabella Treefellow, Mrs Patches, how do
you dooo?”
Sarah had been rather dreading this interview, but to her
surprise she found that Miss Treefellow was actually very nice. She commanded respect, certainly, and her
manner was very proper, but she spoke kindly to Sarah, and there was a sparkle
in her eye that showed when she spoke about her school and its students. Clearly Miss Treefellow loved her job, and
was very good at it.
“I see that you are a very well-travelled young lady, Miss
Patches. I must say your work samples
are quite impressive for your age.
Someone has taught you well thus far,” Miss Treefellow said, inclining
her head to Sarah’s mother.
“Sarah tries very hard at her school work,” said Mrs
Patches.
“Lovely to hear,” said Miss Treefellow. “May I ask what subjects you like most?”
“I like languages, Miss Treefellow,” Sarah replied, “but my
favourite subject is history.”
Miss Treefellow looked pleased.
“Well,” she said, “I shall look forward to seeing you later
this morning in my French lesson, but for now, we shall join the other first-years
for a quick tour before the welcome-to-school concert – unless you had any
questions, Mrs Patches?”
Mrs Patches hadn’t, so they all went out into the corridor
where the other first-years were waiting with their parents.
Mrs Treefellow was very proud of her school, and it showed
as she led them all on a tour around some of the building and grounds. They saw the large sports oval, and the
tennis court, and a pleasant grassed area where, according to Miss Treefellow,
many children chose to eat their lunches, or spend free time.
Next she took them back inside, and they climbed the stairs
all the way up to the cafeteria on the top floor.
“There is another outdoor recreation area just up those
stairs, on the roof – it is quite safe, all fenced of course – that is another
popular place at lunch times,” said Miss Treefellow. “The cafeteria is where you will come to buy
your lunch if you have not brought it from home, and if you peek across the
benches, you can also see the kitchen area.
That is where the lunches are prepared, as well as being the classroom
for your weekly cooking class – here at Bottlebrush Academy we believe every
student should learn independence, and the cooking class is part of this.” Several of the parents looked quite impressed
at this. Sarah looked at the kitchen
with interest, as she knew that this was her Aunty Dorothy’s domain. It was empty at the moment though – Aunty
Dorothy was also the school’s House Mother, and was probably helping the
boarding students to settle in for the term.
Next, Miss Treefellow showed them a large classroom with
desks and a blackboard, as well as an open-plan one that was used for music,
dance and drama classes. It was also the
venue for school assemblies, and was currently filling up with older students. Sarah could hear the sound of musical
intruments being tuned. Finally, it was
time to say goodbye to their parents.
Sarah gave her mum a big hug.
Miss Treefellow then invited the parents to sit at the back of the room,
where chairs had been set out for them.
She showed the first-years where to sit too, and then took her place at
the front of the room. The students
quietened down immediately.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you all –
parents, teachers, and students alike – to Bottlebrush Academy. I wish all our students a happy, productive
year of learning. I hope that you will
work hard, but also enjoy your time here at school. Without further ado, I would like to
introduce our talented music students, led ably by Mr McWalkies, to perform the
school song.”
Later, as Sarah settled in to her first class, the chihuahua
girl she had been placed next to gave her a shy smile, and said “Hello, I’m
Lillie. What’s your name?”
“Sarah,” said Sarah. “Is
it your first day too? I don’t know many
people here yet.”
“Me neither,” said Lillie.
“I live at the Seaside,
and the only other kids from there who come to this school are in the senior
class. I don’t know anyone in this
class.”
“Well, now you know me,” Sarah said, with a smile. “Shall we sit together at lunch?”
“That would be awesome!” Lillie replied.
The work wasn’t a problem either – nearly all the
first-years were beginners in Miss Treefellow’s French class, and even among
the second-years there seemed to be different levels of ability in the subject,
so Sarah didn’t feel out of place at all.
She began to relax a little, and then to become excited again about all
there was to learn! It looked as though
coming back to school was going to be just as wonderful as she had hoped!
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The transformation of Caitlyn's Grand Hotel building into a high school / boarding school has been a project we always intended, but have never quite got around to. We had beds in the dormitories, and Caitlyn had her School Music set installed in the building, but we had never quite got around to fitting out the classrooms and other rooms. The "Back To School" challenge was the perfect excuse to get it done! Caitlyn had already decided which rooms of the building would be which. I built the blackboard, the cupboard under it, and the blue desks. I made special school uniforms for the music students (the other students will have different uniforms, but Bottlebrush Academy has a free dress day on the first day of term). I also made the textbooks & exercise books (which Caitlyn helped with), the paints, paintbrushes, chalk and glue sticks. Caitlyn also kindly allowed me free rein to include some of her Sylvanians in the scenes - especially Miss Arabella Treefellow!
I had a lot of fun crafting for this challenge, and setting the photos up - it has been a while since I did a biggish story with our Sylvanians! Being part of the forum is great for getting inspiration, and for connecting with a lot of other people who appreciate these little critters and the fun we have with them!
The Grunts were bought second hand (they are a retired family), so I feel very lucky to have got the rare triplets as well! Constance seems to have abandoned her dress for a random pair of green overalls, and I'm not sure they are really her, so Caitlyn is in the middle of making her a dress (this will be part of my Mothers Day present). No doubt the green overalls will be appreciated by someone else in the village!
