Sees a Psychiatrist
Dear," Miss Robbins began, "Billy tells me you think you're
right," Mersina nodded. "I am a witch."
Miss Robbins smiled. "Children your age often imagine things
like that. But you must learn how to tell the difference between
what you imagine and what is real."
I really am a witch," Mersina protested. She looked up at
the clock on the classroom wall. "Can't I go home now, please,
Miss Robbins? I promised my horse I'd take her out for a ride
as soon as I got home from school, and she'll be worried if
I'm late. And she gets awfully bored sitting up on the mantel
keep your horse on the mantel?" Miss Robbins asked.
yes," Mersina nodded. "We don't have room to keep a real horse
in our house, so I maker her small after I'm finished riding
her. She isn't really a horse, you know. I changed her from
an ant with a magic spell."
Miss Robbins sighed and reached for a pad of paper and a pen.
Quickly she wrote out a note. "Please give this to your mother,
Dear," she said. "I think you need some help."
Mersina peeked at the note on the way home. "I wonder what
a psychiatrist is," she thought.
When her mother saw the note, she exclaimed, "Mersina, haven't
I told you not to get into trouble? Why do you have to go
around telling people you are a witch? Don't you know how
unkind they can be to someone who is a little different?"
you tell me I should always tell the truth, Mother," said
Her mother sighed. "Well, I guess you'll have to see this
The next day Mersina was lying on a couch in Dr. Hugo's office.
"And what makes you think you're a witch, little girl?" the
can do things that only witches can do," Mersina explained.
"Look, I'll show you." She pointed at his desk across the
room. Half a dozen pencils and pens stood up and began to
dance in the middle of the blotter.
was pretty good," said Dr. Hugo. "But of course, it was just
hypnosis. I've done some tricks like that myself."
Mersina looked around the room. She pointed at the bookshelf.
Suddenly a book popped off the top shelf. It hung in mid air
and opened its pages. A deep voice out of nowhere began to
read the words on the page. A second and a third book leaped
off the shelves and began to read themselves, too. Soon there
was a babble of voices as more and more books sailed about
the room, fluttering their pages.
that is a good trick," said Dr. Hugo. "But of course, they
aren't really there." He got up and walked over to the nearest
book. As he reached toward it, the book jumped right into
his hand. Now it began to read itself faster and louder than
The psychiatrist scratched his head and looked at the book
carefully. "I'm not sure how you're doing it," he said, "but
you've got to stop thinking that you're a witch. There really
aren't any witches. They're only make- believe."
Mersina was getting annoyed now. She pointed at the psychiatrist
and said a magic word. Suddenly Dr. Hugo felt strange. The
book he was holding seemed to be getting bigger. Actually
he was getting smaller. Soon he was smaller than the book,
which was still hanging in mid-air. He looked down at the
floor. It seemed like miles below.
Help! I'm going to fall!" Dr. Hugo shrieked.
Mersina got up from the couch and skipped over to the middle
of the room. She picked him up from the book and held him
in her hand. "Now do you believe I'm a witch?" she giggled.
Yes! Yes!" the tiny psychiatrist whimpered. "Just put me down!"
A moment later, Dr. Hugo was stretched out on the couch. Mersina
was perched on a stool behind him with a pencil in one hand
and a notebook in the other.
Dr. Hugo," she beamed, "just when did you first get this fear
of high places?"
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