Caste

"This is your first year wearing the robe," Sherry said to her baby sister as she guided her through the brightly lit hallways. "So it might be a good idea to listen to me before you go running off."

Tracy listened to Sherry as she crowded closer to her, while the upper-classmen flowed around Sherry's little island of safety.

"Remember, the plebes, cronts, and emoes are not our kind of people. Be polite, but offer nothing. We're farmers, so look for the drubs, dirts, and skyes and you'll be okay," Sherry lectured.

"But beware of the teachers; they consume fairies."