1. THE STORIES AFTER Ok, so this is my response, I am telling the tales of when the four main characters are adults. I underlined most all references to the book (I included as many as possible), in the little story.

2. AGATEOPHOBIA IS THE FEAR OF INSANITY. “Mama! Mama!” Little Emma cried out, she is a tall girl, and thin, like her father was, as a young child. With dark brown hair. She ran up to me, my name is Madeline,. “Daddy says we can go to the orchard and pick apples! And that Theo and Toilet Toilet are coming too!” “Emma, what have I told you about calling your Aunt Lulu that?” “Sorry. But she isn’t my aunt anyway. And we do call the toilet the loo.” She is right, we only call Lulu her aunt because its easier. Lulu was my best friend, from while in School of fear.

3. ANGLOPHOBIA IS THE FEAR OF ENGLAND OR ENGLISH CULTURE “ They’re late! Can we go home now?” a small girl, and a weak one, maybe six or seven years of age, called, excitedly from in a tree.. “Ow!” something hit her head, and the little girl toppled to the ground, and burst into tears. “Daddy! Daddy!” she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her cute red dress, that she hated. I walked over, I’m Theo by the way. “What Margret?” “David knocked me out of the tree!” she was crying “With an apple!” she pointed at the bruised, red fruit. And hid from the brainless thing behind me. “Don’t tell me you are afraid of apples.” I said “They’re out to get me.” my little dark haired daughter said, in a meek voice. “Don’t tell me we will have to send my daughter to school of fear.” My wife, Lulu, had arrived next to me. “It wasn’t that bad for you. You were Mrs. Wellington’s favorite, my claustrophobic one.-” “And mean friend Lulu!” piped in Margret, stating a quote of mine from back, at the fake mission. “Yes it was.” My friend Garrison had finally arrived, with his wife, Madeline, and daughter, Emma. “Can I see your phone uncle Theo?” Emma asked. Oh boy, here we go. I passed my thin black phone to her, “Thanks!” she aid, and ran to David I am not as afraid, by now, as I was, before I had gone to School Of fear, but sometimes I am still, a little arfaid, when I don’t have my phone.

4. APIPHOBIA IS THE FEAR OF BEES. I look around, and a bee. OR is it a wasp. No it’s a bee. Nope it’s a ugly freaky hornet. I hate bugs. Even after the course at School of Fear. They aren’t as bad, but fairly often, I do wish I would allow myself a can of bug spray. “Can I show it to them now?” asked my 9 year old daughter, with her wavy almost black hair that drifts around in the wind. “Sure” I said and gave her the little container. It wasn’t my plan, nor was it my husband Garrison’s, to bring the gross substance on this supposedly wonderful activity. I will always hate the little cheese. Theo and Lulu hate it too. The little cheese, maggot cheese. “I brought a present!” said my daughter, and put the package in the center of Lulu’s hand. “Did you bring that fungus here too?” Lulu looks at me after saying this. I feel guilty, we had promised not to mention the weird green fungus, that Mrs. Wellington wore, or the maggot cheese. “Does it look like I am wearing green stuff?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question. “I wish Macaroni and Cheese could have one with us…” Margret says, looking around “I feel safe with them around.” I looked at Lulu and Theo “Don’t tell me you got two dogs, and named them after the pair at…” Theo met my gaze and dropped his voice “School Of Fear.” That answers that question.