Bunny's First Day of School

       "Huh, guess it is kind of cute." Peter found himself holding a small white rabbit in the pet shop. The brown haired boy was rather young, having moved out from his parent's place and rented his first apartment after graduating college. However, he found the place was quiet. The apartment was lacking in life. He had no intention of moving back in with his parents, but living alone was just depressing. That was why he now found himself standing in a pet shop. It was an obvious solution, something to keep him company and just something he could talk to. However, he still wasn't sure on what kind of pet. The apartment was too small for a dog. Instead he had thought about a cat, but those were expensive. Before he had time to think on if he wanted to spend that much, the shopkeeper had chatted up a storm, and shown him around half a dozen different pets.

There was a cat, but Peter wasn't sure he wanted a pet with purple stripes.  After that he had been shown a ferret, but he was unnerved by the fact he could swear he saw the thing levitating. Next came a dog. He kept insisting his apartment was to small, and then they showed him a foot tall Great Dane. Something was definitely off there. The first pet that didn't seem even remotely strange was the white rabbit that he was now holding. Naturally, this was bugging him more than anything.

"So, what's the catch?" He asked the shopkeeper, who for some reason reminded him far too much of a predatory bird.

"That one, nothing at all, perfectly normal bunny rabbit there is it to your liking?" The shopkeeper spoke with a British accent.

"So I'm not gonna take it home, find it out it has rabies, is a genetic experiment gone haywire, or has some kind of one thousand year curse?"

"Curse!? That's not cursed not at all who said anything about curses!?" The predatory shopkeeper suddenly seemed nervous.

"... That was a joke."

"Of course aha aha ha ha ha ha! Good one a curse!"

"Um." At this point, there was a small red light blinking in Peter's head, it was telling him to put down the rabbit, run as far as possible from this place, and never ever look back. Some people might mistake this for common sensibility to leave a scene like this, and Peter was no exception. So, he was slowly putting the rabbit back into the cage and preparing to run when. "Ow! Did the rabbit just bite me?" And with that he dropped the rabbit back into its cage and quickly pulled back his hands. There was a small amount of blood on his finger, though it wasn't serious.

"We've been compromised! Every man for himself!" The shopkeeper cried.

"Wait what?"

"Sorry no speak English!" The shopkeeper spoke in a hurried tone.

".... But aren't you British?"

".... No speak American English!" In a flash, the shopkeeper was pushing Peter out the door. "Shop closed now, bye bye!"

Outsider Peter rubbed his brown hair in confusion, not entirely sure what had just happened, he examined his finger. The bleeding had already stopped. A very, very minor bite, or scratch. He wasn't actually sure. Still, the shopkeeper had been freaking out. That was seldom a good a sign. Maybe the rabbit did have rabies? Peter decided it would probably be a good idea to call his doctor.

An hour later he stood back in his apartment. The place was rather barren. He had a single table and chair, a bed, and that was about it for furniture. His kitchen table doubled as his desk when he needed to use the computer, and his bed doubled as a couch when watching television. Right now he was sitting at his table with a phone book in his lap, a phone in his hand and a frustrated look on his face. He hung up with a sigh upon realizing that the doctor wouldn't be able to get him in till the next morning. How fast did it take rabies to develop? He wasn't really quite sure. The only thing he could remember was that people or animals with rabies had a phobia of water. So, as long as he was able to continuously drink water that meant he was safe right?

In hind sight just because he was able to drink water meant he was safe, he probably should have made the connection that drinking bottles of water nonstop for the entire night might mean he doesn't have rabies, but it didn't do anything to prevent it. Really though, he should just head to the emergency room  and at least get himself checked out to be safe. Could they detect rabies? Well he could find out when he was there. For now, he stood in the bathroom of his apartment, and splashing water onto his face.

"Really, I'm just being paranoid." He spoke, trying to reassure himself. "There likely wasn't anything wrong with that rabbit, aside from a bad temperament."

       SPROING!
       
       "Wha?" Peter had just heard a rather, weird noise, and was having a difficult time believing what he had just seen in the mirror. As, a pair of brown long ears had sprouted from the top of his head. His normal human ears, appeared to be gone. "Did, that really just happen?" He tugged on his ears, and he could feel them being tug. "Obviously, this is a hallucination." He spoke, as whiskers sprouted from his face, and his nose pushed out, now black colored. Brown fur was growing in over his face. There was a loud ripping sound from below, and looking down at his feet, he saw his socks had been completely destroyed, as his feet had suddenly become a lot longer, and shaped like the paws of a rabbit. His body seemed to be becoming more petite as the fur grew in, and a moment later his pants and underwear fell to the ground, exposing the short tuft of a tail behind him as he turned around. His modesty was just barely preserved, by the fact that his new size allowed his shirt to go down to just his thighs. His legs had changed in shape as he spoke, feeling a lot more powerful suddenly, as he looked at his hands, seeing they had transformed as well, still having the use of being able to grasp objects, but looking just a little bit like paws. He looked to the mirror next, seeing a large brown rabbit on two legs staring back at him.
       
       "What, on earth?" Peter spoke, pulling at the tips of long bunny ears, examining what had just happened to him. Part of him was convinced this was a dream, or a hallucination, but it really hurt when he yanked on the ears harder, indicating he was in fact awake. "Perhaps I should freak out now?" It sounded like a perfectly reasonable idea, he had after all just turned into a rabbit, and short of a career that involved jumping out of silk hats he didn't have many other options now. However, before he even had the opportunity to freak out there came a knock at the door.
       
       "Always when I'm busy." He muttered, heading towards the door in his front room, while desperately tugging down on his shirt trying to get it to reach past his thighs. He still felt, slightly exposed, couldn't he have decreased in size just a bit more? Everything had to come as inconvenient as possible, and when he opened the door, he actually found himself not surprised at all by what stood there.
       
       It was a creature more than twice his size, covered in red scales, and black smoke coming from its nostrils. Two great wings extended from its back, as a tail covered in spines stretched out behind it. Yellow eyes gleamed from its face, while it had two large feet ending in long wicked claws. And to think, it was standing at his front door? What would the neighbors think about having a dragon as a visitor this time of night? At least it was a somewhat well dressed one, in that it wore a black suit jacket, and a tie, but it didn't have anything else.
       
       "I'm sorry, but I'm sort of going through something." Peter spoke. "Whatever you're selling or preaching, it will have to wait."
       
       "I take it, you are shocked by your transformation. Worry not." The dragon spoke in a rather familiar British accent. None to worry, it will all make sense soon, and we have a very special school for people like you."
       
       "Wait, that voice, that accent..... You're that weird guy from the shop! Just a completely different species!" Peter exclaimed.
       
       "What I have no idea what you are talking about." The dragon continued on. "I'm not even British."
       
       "But the accent! And I never said you were, and!" Peter objected.
       
       "Now, now, if you keep objecting we'll be late. Open enrollment only lasts for so long." The dragon continued, while grabbing Peter by the wrist and pulling him out the door.
       
       "Wait! I never said I'd go anywhere with you! Let go, what open enrollment !?" Peter tried to resist being dragged, but the dragon's strength was incredible, and he was dragged right out the front door of his apartment.
       
       "Oh nonsense." The dragon let go of Peter's wrist, but then grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "You were bitten by a magical beast, and now you're one as well. Supernatural law requires all magical beasts attend school to learn how to use their powers properly to prevent chaos among the human population." As the dragon spoke, his powerful wings started to beat against the air, lifting him and Peter up into the air.
       
       "Like say, a rabbit biting someone and then them turning into a rabbit?" Peter asked.
       
       "Exactly." The dragon was now flying freely through the air, holding Peter up only by the shirt.
       
       "Oh, lovely." Peter muttered, and then made the mistake of looking down. "Hey wait is this safe!?" He started to squirm, having a sudden fear of heights or what would happen if the dragon just decided to let go. "Come on put me down from here can't we walk or something?"
       
       "Oh now now." The dragon scolded. "If you squirm around too much, you may wind up dropping right out of that shirt, and I don't know if I can dive fast enough to catch you."
       
       "Ah." Peter's brown fur almost turned white at the thought, and he went completely limp.
       
       "Much better." The dragon beamed. "Now then, we should be getting there soon. Should be just in time for your placement test."
       
       "What!?" This shocked Peter out of his fear based silence, and as he spoke he started squirming again, that there was a loud ripping sound, and a moment later, Peter started fell from the dragon's grasp.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"


       "Peter." The dragon spoke.
       
       "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
       
       "Peter."
       
       "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
       
       "Peter."

       "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
       
       "Will you be quiet you simpleton!" The dragon snapped. "We're already here, you fell a single foot at the most. Now get up, off the ground."
       
       "Oh...." Peter's ears folded back along his back, as he stood up on the ground and brushing himself off. He tugged his shirt down again to cover himself making sure it stretched to his thighs. However, some of the tears were making it a little harder. Looking around, he stood on the lawn of a rather large building. It was... rather ordinary for what Peter had been expecting. It was just, an ordinary academic building, likely the registrar's office. He had sort of been expecting a castle or a secret underground chamber or something. Not, a plain ordinary rectangular brown building.
       
       "Excellent! To the hall of examining!" The dragon held up a clawed hand, then grabbed Peter by the wrist and dragged him into the building.
       
       "Hey wait! What no, stop!" Peter pleaded. "I have no idea what's going on!"
       
       "Don't be so ridiculous, we're on a time limit after all. Ah here we are, lecture hall twenty three." The dragon dragged Peter into the center of a large circular room. There were numerous desks all around the center of the world, with all manner of creatures sitting around. Some dragons, not unlike the strange one that was dragging Peter around, some ordinary animals, and some other mythical creatures such as griffins. "Presenting, Peter the Magical Rabbit!" The dragon announced proudly.
       
       "What!?" Peter exclaimed, finally freeing himself of the dragon's grasp. "I am neither magical, nor a rabbit! Will someone explain what's going on?" He complained.
       
       "Peter, it works a lot better if you actually change yourself into something else, and then say that." The dragon added.
       
       "Changed.... What are you talking about? What is going on? Why am I fuzzy? What is this place? What am I doing here!?" Peter cried out.
       
       "Peter." The dragon spoke. "This is your placement test, all magical creatures before being admitted to it are required to take it, so we can see how they stack up, and place them in the right classes. We need to see your magic."
       
       "I don't have any magic to test!" Peter yelled.
       
       "You're a magical beast! Of course you do!" The dragon responded. "Oh wait right, Magical Rabbits prefer to use a wand. I forgot." He quickly produced a black wand with a white tip from his coat pocket, and forced it into Peter's hands. "Now, on you go."
       
       "But, what am I...." Peter held the wand out, what was he supposed to do with a stick? Well, there was one thing he wanted right now to make the situation less embarrassing, and he had obviously gone insane already, so why not give it a try. "Hocus pocus?" He tapped the wand against his own shirt, and as all could see, the shirt became a whole inch longer on him! He had honestly not expected to have any result.
       
       "I see...." The dragon spoke, as many of the other creatures started to murmur amongst each other. "Not a very impressive display."
       
       "So, what? I get remedial magic classes now?" Peter asked.
       
       "Oh, we have remedial classes, we just keep people who are struggling at a lower grade as needed." The dragon continued on. "So nothing to worry about, your inadequacy will go unnoticed when we put you in the lowest grade."
       
       "Won't notice!?" Peter adjusted his shirt, for some reason it felt as if it was about to slip off his shoulders. "I think there would e a noticeable age difference."
       
       "Not really." The dragon snorted, releasing steam from his nostrils that covered Peter.
       
       "What is that supposed..." Peter was cut off, as he noticed his voice had become a bit, higher pitched, and his shirt now appeared to reach down to the ground. His rabbit paws were just poking out from the very edge of the shirt now, where as a few moments ago he couldn't even cover himself with it. Now, it was falling off of his shoulders! Looking down at himself, his body seemed different. At first more slender, and his features seemed softer. Not to mention, his ears now felt a little too big for his head. The dragon, as well as the others in the room, also seemed to have gotten a quite a deal taller, now more than twice as tall as him, even counting the ears. In a few moments, the collar of his shirt was now around his waist. "What did you do to me!?" He cried out in a much more juvenile voice.
       
       "Just prepared you for your first day of kindergarten!" The dragon spoke, picking the small rabbit up, leaving the shirt behind on the ground. "After all, five is about the right age for that class! Now you won't have to be embarrassed about how inept your casting is." With that the dragon through Peter over his shoulder.
       
       "Hey, what are you doing! My shirt! Come on I'm naked now and put me down and!" peter started squirming, but the dragon had a type grip on him.
       
       "Right, well while we don't care what you lounge around in, or not in, when not in class, so you are free to stay that way for now. However, you do need to wear your uniform when actually attending class." The dragon strode out of the lecture hall, with the child rabbit still thrown over his shoulders. "Now I believe at this time your classmates are likely having dinner. Off we go! I'll sit you down with them, and make sure your school uniform is delivered by morning!" The dragon sounded way too excited, as he strode across the lawn of the campus, and arrived at another plain rectangular building.
       
       This one was lined from wall to wall with tons and tons of tables, each filled with various creatures sitting and enjoying their evening meal. None of them were human. Some appeared to be ordinary animals, just bipedal, while others were mythical animals. There were even some rather small creatures around too. Mice for one! And even smaller than that, faeries! Though they almost looked like just small balls of light due to their tiny size. These must be the other students in the school. Many weren't dressed at all, quite like Peter now, while many others were wearing long tunics that covered their entire body. Others had various outfits, some just being nothing more than a vest or jacket, others dressed to be almost fully clothed. The only type of clothing that didn't seem to exist in the cafeteria was footwear. There wasn't a shoe or a sock to be seen. There were even belts! And oddly enough sometimes nothing else other than one belt, or several hundred belts on a single person.
       
       "Ah yes here we go." The dragon set the rabbit kid down at one of the tables between a raccoon in a pair of boxer shorts and fingerless gloves and an otter that wasn't dressed at all. Both appeared to be about the same age as Peter. "And now you have some friends of you own. You two, this is Peter, he's new. Make sure he finds his way back to the dorms after dinner." That was the last the dragon spoke, before leaving Peter alone among the many strange animal children in the cafetia.
       
       Peter quickly crossed his legs in his seat in an attempt to cover himself, still not used to being nude, even if many of the other beasts in the area had no modesty whatsoever. He felt somewhat nervous between the two kids, not sure what to make of them.
       
       "So, tomorrow your first day of classes?" It was the otter who spoke first.
       
       "Um... I think." Peter spoke, his ears folding back, he still wasn't entirely sure of what was going on.
       
       "You think. Not know what day of the week it is?" The raccoon laughed. "Name is Robert, and fish breath over there is Charles."
       
       "Charlie." The otter interrupted.
       
       "Whatever." Robert continued on. "So, you got a name? And are you born or turned?"
       
       "My name is Peter." Peter replied. "And, I'm not entirely sure what you mean.
       
"Turned." The two other children spoke at the same time, while exchanging a meaningful look between each other.
       
       "Well that explains why you look so confused." The otter went on. "And, born means you were always a magical creature, turned means you were well, turned into one.
       
       "So then." The raccoon seemed to be having fun all of a sudden. "How old are you? Well, I mean, before you enrolled in kindergarten."
       
       "You don't have to answer if you don't want." Charlie added in. "Robbie over there is probably chronologically older. I think this is his thirtieth straight year in this class."
       
       "What can I say." Robert added in. "I just don't apply myself. But you were in kindergarten before I got here."
       
       "Well, I'm a turned, and I was a child psychology major before that." The otter seemed indigent. "There are a lot of opportunities for learning in that level, I've already passed the placement test, I've just declined the grade promotion."
       
       "What on Earth are you two talking about?" Peter asked, genuinely somewhat curious, but more confused than anything else.
       
       "They'll keep you at this grade, and age until you pass the graduation requirements. It's the idea everyone should be able to learn at their own pace. I know, some people have gone all the way and completed high school in a single year." Charlie explained. "And then, when you do pass the graduation requirements, they give you the option to stay in the current grade, or move up when you're ready."
       
       "Most people pass kindergarten pretty easily." Robert added in. "Though, quite a few stay in this grade for quite a long time, just because they like the extra play time." He shot a look at Charlie.
       
       "So then what's your excuse?" Charlie retorted. "Anyways, classes are pretty easy, it's mostly just playing around with some basic magical charms to see what happens. For now, just enjoy yourself, you've probably got a lot to get used to, but don't be afraid to have a little fun with your situation. I'm speaking from experience, if the world seems like it's gone insane, you might as well enjoy yourself during it."
       
       "Oh... Okay." Peter finally examined the contents on the table before him, there was a large empty plate in front of him, and several dishes along the table filled with more different kinds of food than he even knew existed.
       
       "Go with the carrots." Charlie interrupted Peter's thoughts. "Had a rabbit friend back when I turned, he's graduated by now. Still visits. Useful for getting PG-13 movies. Anyways, he told me that apparently Rabbit Beasts all have some kind of supernatural genetic love for carrots. The guy ate his own body weight in them every day. School actually gave him a collar, that let him change his size and refused to feed him unless he was a half an inch tall or smaller just to cut down on costs."
       
       "He's making it up." The raccoon butted in. "Never once seen this guy."
       
       "Because goodness knows what adult material you'd try to convince him to smuggle in." Charlie retorted.
       
       Peter ignored both of them as they broke into an argument, grabbing a single carrot from one of the dishes. It was a ridiculous notion, just because he had big feet and long ears now wouldn't mean carrots would suddenly magically taste thousands of times better. Still, he bit into one, not expecting much, and, it was like magic. Never, before had he ever tasted something so incredibly fascinating. It was as if up to this moment he had never once felt true happiness! He didn't care if it was a cliché now, this was the best meal he ever had, and he could easily die happy now that.
       
       "HEY!" Peter came too, to the otter Charlie snapping his fingers in his face. "You awake? You've been staring off into space for like thirty minutes now... Not to mention gone through like three bowls of those carrots."

       "What, three!?" I only ate one!" Peter protested.
       
       "I warned you it was genetic." The otter grabbed Peter by the wrist. "Now come on, we gotta be back at the dorms before curfew, otherwise the groundskeeper throws a fit. It's not pretty. No really, she's a harpy, so it's not."
       
       About two hours later, Peter found himself laying in the top bunk of a bed in the male kindergarten dorms of the campus. It, had been an interesting long tiring day, but for the past two hours he had been engaged in conversation with Charlie, and Robert, and even tried a strange game. It was a lot like battleship, but took place in four dimensions, allowing you to land hits in the future, or move your ships in the past to avoid having it sunk. The game, was a bit mentally exhausting though, and he wasn't able keep up with the other players. No surprise, since Robert and Charlie had each had at least thirty years of practice. He found himself nodding off near the end of night, wondering to himself. Maybe, this wouldn't be so bad.
       
       
       
       "Wake up!"
       
       "ARGH!?"  Peter fell out of the bed, due to the voice of a certain loud raccoon waking him, landing with a thump on the ground. "A little loud?"
       
       "He means well." It was Charlie that spoke this time. Unlike the previous night, he was no longer undressed, but wore a long tunic over his body that extended down just passed his knees. He was holding another one rolled up in his hands. "Here put this on, it's the uniform. We each have to wear one during class."

"Thanks!" Peter wasted no time getting the tunic thrown on. Oddly enough, on him it went down to his ankles. He hadn't thought Charlie was that much taller. "Oh my, I missed clothing so much!"

"Once you realize how warm your fur is, you'll start not to care." Charlie shrugged. "But some people continue to wear clothing out of habit anyways outside of class. It's really a matter of personal taste."

"Some of us just like to look fashionable." Robert chimed in, he was wearing a tunic as well, and had kept his fingerless gloves from the previous day.

"Well, I've yet to meet those people." Charlie retorted without even looking. "Now anyways, I'd be happy to escort you to class. The campus can be a little daunting learning your way around at first, but it's not that hard once you've traveled it a few times." As he spoke, Charlie led Peter out the dorm buildings and out onto the lawn. There was a lot more life running around due to it being the start of a school day, creatures of all ages, all dressed in the same knee length tunic.

Why was Peter's so long? He was having difficulty, nearly tripping over the tunic as he went, as the tips of it reached down all the way to his toes.

"Now then, there are five buildings altogether for the purpose of classes. The one we're heading to is on the East lawn, and houses grades k through five, so basically, elementary. Right across from it on the same lawn is the middle school building for six through eight. We're currently on the north lawn that hosts the dorms and administrative buildings. The west lawn holds the high school, as the cafeteria we ate at last night. Lastly, the two remaining buildings for classes that are on the south lawn, one for undergraduates at the university, and another for graduates. Some of their classes overlap, but you won't have to worry about that for  a long time. Technically, there are more buildings, as the mice and other rodents, at such a small size need a smaller facility, and the faeries use even smaller buildings than that. Though, I hear they prefer taking their classes outside." Charlie explained.

"He certainly does like to talk." Robert teased.

"Well, I actually believe in learning."

The two bursts into another argument again, while Peter just concentrated on taking in the sights. It was somewhat difficult to walk in his tunic, as it completely covered his feet and toes, and almost felt like it would slip off his shoulders any moment. Did they not make the uniform in his size? Or maybe he had been given an upper class one by mistake. Either way, by the time he was out of his daydream, the two had stopped arguing, and they were now entering a large building. It was, once more, far more typical than he expected. He was kind of hoping to see some grand castle or building that defied all the laws of physics simultaneously. Magic, was turning out to be rather boring.

"There's an empty seat behind me." Charlie guided Peter to a seat, before taking his own.

Peter found himself annoyed by the fact that once more, his feet could not reach the ground from the chair. These desks were obviously sized for children too. The edge of his tunic hung further off the chair than his legs, and a moment later the neck of the tunic slipped right off his shoulders, and down to his waist. That, was not expected.

"You, rabbit!" It was an authoritative voice that spoke, as a female griffin stood at the front of the room, dressed in a vest. "Wear your uniform properly."

"Um, sorry!" Peter exclaimed, while desperately trying to get his tunic back around his shoulders. Something was off, it might have fit big on him, but he knew there was no possible way it had been this big on him when he left the dorm. Furthermore, the harder he tries to keep the tunic on, the harder it seemed to get. Distracted with the shirt, he became aware of the fact the entire desk was getting larger, and the desktop itself was now above his head, and well, he was now sitting inside the tunic, the fabric collapsing onto the chair.

"Rabbit?" The teacher inquired, a bit taken aback by what was transpiring.

"Um, someone, help?" Was Peter's only reply, as he quickly found himself buried completely beneath the tunic. It continued to feel as if it was getting heavier, until finally two pair of fingers reached down and lifted him out of the tunic.

"Well, this is strangely familiar." Came the voice of Charlie, though much more booming. The otter had grabbed Peter by the ears, but then gently sat him down in his other hand.

"Great... Naked. Again." Peter mumbled, quickly trying to cover himself by sitting with his legs crossed in Charlie's hand. "And what the heck just happened?"

"I'm not sure...." Charlie shrugged. "Maybe, it's something to do with carrots? You did eat quite a few of them last night."

"Just what is going on?" The teacher asked, seeming more confused than anyone else.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Peter cried out.

"Um, I think, maybe I should take him to the nurse?" Charlie offered. "I mean, I'm pretty sure, even here people don't randomly shrink for no reason."

"I suppose. After all, we can't have him sitting in the class like that. Uniforms are mandatory for all students." The teacher seemed to be missing the more important point.

"Right off to the nurse's office we go!" With his free hand Charlie offered a salute to the teacher, and then proceeded out of the classroom, carrying Peter with him.

"So." Peter asked looking up at the giant otter. "Do these types of things normally happen?"

"Specifically this, a couple of times, though there had always been a reason previously. Just randomly shrinking out of the blue, nope. Did you annoy some upperclassmen or something who put a curse on you as a joke?" Charlie asked.

"I haven't even met any upper classmen." Peter replied.

"Well, I'm out of ideas." Charlie replied, as he entered  the nurse's office. "Let's see if the nurse can find a problem."

"Which of you is sick?" The voice came from a centaur in the office, dressed in a nurse's hat.

"You.... You can't tell?" Charlie asked.

"Well, you both look healthy to me." Was the nurse's reply.

"I'm like two inches tall!" Peter shouted, throwing his hands up in the air to get attention.

"Oh, are you supposed to be... taller... shorter, what?" The nurse seemed unsure how to proceed.

"Taller! Do you normally see rabbits this small!" Peter cried out.

"Well actually." The nurse hesitated.

"He used to be about the same size as me." Charlie interrupted, trying to speed things along. "And then in the middle of class, he well, randomly got smaller. We were hoping, you could figure out why."

"Nope." Was the nurse's reply. "He appears to be just fine now. If he was still shrinking I might have been able to do something, but there's nothing wrong with you now."

"Then, what exactly am I supposed to do now? Just go back to class?" Peter asked.

"Don't be ridiculous." The teacher replied. We'll get you a mouse uniform, and put you in with them."

"I think, you're placing far too much importance on the school uniform." Peter sighed, but nevertheless, twenty minutes later he had been given a much smaller tunic to wear, and dropped off with the mice. The entire thing, was rather inconvenient, but properly dressed again, and with people who seemed to be the right size in comparison, even if they were mice, he could say that he was comfortable again.

"Well then." The teacher mouse spoke up. Was dressed in a small ankle length dress. "I haven't taught a larger animal in a few years. Any idea how you wound up in this class size? She inquired."

"Not a clue." Was Peter's reply, as he adjusted his ankle length tunic, and took a seat in the class. "It was just, kind of random." He replied.

"Well, these things happen." With that, the teacher turned her attention to the board, and started to lecture on about some concept he had never heard of. Something about amulets and gemstones and well, it all sounded like something out of a bad fantasy story.

He almost dozed off a few times, then came back too, realizing that his tunic was slipping off his shoulders.

"Uh oh." It was bugging him that he was familiar with this sensation already. Was he getting younger or smaller this time? Would he wind up in a nursery for mice after this, or going to school with fleas? By the time his tunic fell around his waist, he realized he should probably start paying attention and do something.

"Teacher!" Peter cried out in a voice that was way to high pitched. "I think, it's happening again." This time as he spoke, the top of the tunic folded in over him, completely covering him. He sat waiting there, as the entire tunic grew larger around him, seeming to become almost like a cave. Finally, a giant hand reached down, digging through the tunic, using two fingers to pick him up and pull him out.

"Found you." Came the voice of the teacher mouse, though much louder than before. She currently held Peter up in the air with two of her fingers. She was massive in comparison to him, and could easily hold him on a single finger. He had to be as small as an insect at this point. "Well, then, this is unexpected, but at least you appear to have stopped shrinking. So, was it as random as that in your last class?"

"Yup."  Peter replied, he didn't even bother trying to cover his nudity this time. He was starting to just plain not care.

"Perhaps, you're having an allergy to something in the classrooms?" The mouse teacher suggested. "Allergies do have strange effects of Magical Beasts. Maybe, it'd be best if you took your classes outside with the faeries from now on. Besides, you're the same size as them now."

And so ten minutes later, Peter found himself sitting on a leaf outside. There were several of the faeries around, now that he was the same size, he could actually see them and make them out. Other than having wings and strange skin colors, they looked almost entirely human. None of them were dressed in the school tunic though. Instead, it appeared that each of them was wearing makeshift loin cloths made of tiny portions of leaves.

"There's not, really anyone who can sew cloth this small." The teacher explained. "So, you pretty much have to make your own uniform here. Just, tear off a piece of leaf from something, and see what you can make. We primarily teach about natural magic here anyways, so consider making your new uniform part of your curriculum." She went on.

"Oh, sure of course." Peter arrived. He was only half paying attention to the teacher, examining the other people in his class. He could only imagine how small they were in comparison to the normal students. At least, counting the ears, he was taller than any of the other kids in the class. Being the tallest of the shortest, at least it was something fun.

"Anyways, you don't have too much to worry about." The teacher continued on. "In kindergarten, it's mostly just learning to watch how things naturally happen. You won't start changing things until you're older. Of course, you do need to get dressed before we can even start that."

"Right, right." Peter replied, walking to the edge of the gigantic leaf. He reached down two tiny paws, and with all his might ripped at the leaf. It was more difficult than he expected, and as he managed to rip a piece of the leaf off he found himself falling backwards and tumbling over himself. Well, that was close, he nearly fell off the leaf.

"Oh don't worry, if you fall you're so small you won't even feel it." The teacher added helpfully.

"I think, I'll pass on experiencing that anyways." Peter spoke, while bending the fragment of the leaf he had. He wasn't sure how to make it into a loincloth. Maybe if he could rip out a portion of the stem? It seemed much easier just to use the cloth as a wrap though, and so he wrapped the leaf around his waist. A moment later, it fell down to his feet. Even earlier today, that might have embarrassed him. By this point though, he was far too small in size for anyone with human modesty to notice or care. So instead, he picked it up, ripping a few pieces of the leaf off to make it tighter on him, and wrapped it around his waist. It stayed for a moment, and fell off again. He repeated this for several times, trimming his leaf down further, and further, each time ending without success.

"Um." Peter asked, now resulting to holding the leaf up to cover him. "How do you keep these things from falling off?"

"Peter..." The teacher asked seeming somewhat shocked.

"Yes?" Peter asked, then found himself surprised, looking up at the teacher. He was about as tall as the teacher's knee, and that was counting his ears! Not to mention, the teacher was getting taller by the moment, and the leaf he had been holding up was getting kind of heavy. "Not again!" Soona, the bits of leaf were now touching the ground, well the infinitely larger leaf, and he was starting to sink down, so that that in a few moment his makeshift uniform fell on top of him, blocking him out from view from the teacher and other students.

"Oh dear." The teacher spoke, before quickly removing  the bits of leaf, to expose the teeny rabbit beneath them. He quickly picked the rabbit up, and sat it down in the palm of his hand. "Well that was unexpected."

"It's been happening a lot today." Peter complained to the giant faerie. "Once per class."

"Most unfortunate... Though, I have an inclination having witnessed it myself." The faerie spoke, while grabbing the bits of leaf off the ground, and tearing them into a small enough piece for the rabbit to wear. "Put this on."

"I don't see why." Peter wrapped it around himself, and immediately discovered that he was decreasing in size again, by the time the teacher had removed the bits of leaf from over him, he was now no bigger than an ant in comparison to the teacher. This was, somewhat interesting, since the teacher herself was a little smaller than an actual ant.

"What was that for!?" Peter exclaimed in a teeny high pitched voice.

"Just a test, it is as I suspect." The faerie spoke. "Tell me, were you wearing you school uniform the last few times you had shrunk?"

"Well yeah but why is that." Peter stopped mid sentence. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Indeed, you only shrink when you're dressed. As long as you remain naked, you have nothing to worry about." The teacher smiled, pleased she had solved the mystery.

"Great, wonder why that's happening.... And so now what? Am I expected to go to class with dust mites?" He asked.

"This, is really the smallest class we have." The teacher went on. "So I suppose you may have to stay here, either way, we must take this to the headmaster." The faerie took off from the leaf, keeping Peter held on one of its fingers. "Class, you are dismissed for now, try not to cause to much trouble around the school."

       It was ten minutes later, when the faerie landed on a single outstretched claw of a certain red dragon.

       "Ah, what brings you at this time of day?" The dragon asked.
       
       "This one." The teacher replied, holding aloft one finger for the dragon to see.
       
       "Is this a joke, is there something on your finger? I don't see anything, am I supposed to pull it? The dragon asked.
       
       "You may have to strain your eyes, but peer closer." Was the teacher's reply.
       
       "I don't see..."
       
       "Look at me!" Peter cried out.
       
       "What was that?" The dragon asked, peering at the teacher's finger. "What, a rabbit? Is that Peter?"
       
       "YES"! Peter and the teacher cried out at the same time.
       
       "So, that clothing spell misfired pretty badly." The dragon went on.
       
       "Wait what?" Peter asked.
       
       "Oh right, that little spell you did, to try and makes your clothes bigger on you, well, it succeeded, sorta. Really I figured it was for only that one object. Oh well."
       
       "You knew about what may have been causing this, and you never did anything!?" Peter cried out.
       
       "You never came and asked me. The headmaster spoke.
       
       "Oh." Peter had no counter for that.
       
       "Ahem." The teacher spoke up. "We need to decide, what to do about this."
       
       "Of course! He's far too small to enter any other class, so he shall remain with the faeries." The dragon spoke. "But.... He can't wear a uniform without risks of becoming too small, so he can't be a student. Therefore, only one occupation remains, he shall be.... The class pet!"
       
       "WHAT!?" Peter asked.
       
       "Indeed, and children are easily traumatized, so we'll need to keep him young to we don't have to worry about him ageing and getting disgusting. He'll be fed and provided entertainment, and mostly just be in charge of playing to insure that the children believe he is cute, and therefore raise morale." The dragon went on.
       
       "You can't just reclassify me as..." Peter stopped, actually playing all day and having free food didn't sound all that bad. Plus, no one cared if a pet didn't wear clothing, so he didn't need to feel  embarrassed about that. "Well, I suppose it might work."
       
       "Then it's settled!" The dragon exclaimed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a nap to attend to."
       
       "Huh, that's it? Feels, a little anticlimactic." Peter mumbled. "Oh well, at least I won't have to re experience homework."