10 NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF

CHAPTER TEN NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF, WHICH, LET'S BE REAL, IS PRETTY SCARY They looked everywhere for Scaredy-Fran and couldn't find her. "She's hiding," Duty-Fran said. "And we're running out of time. Can that dog of yours sniff her out? Dogs can smell fear." "He seems to be mostly toad now," Franny said. "And you know he was never really all dog to begin with. He's

part Lab, part poodle, part Chihuahua, part—" "Yes, yes, a weaselly thing," Angry-Fran interrupted. "We've heard this a jillion times."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Duty-Fran asked. "I've given that a lot of thought," Franny said. "I think the best thing we could do is—just give up. I mean, maybe it will be okay to be a toad." Duty-Fran gasped.

"You're just saying that because you're missing some important feelings. Normally, this would make you mad, or sad, or scared." "You're right," Franny said. "And it's a good thing I got rid of those dumb things." "NO! Everybody needs feelings. They are troubling at times, but without them, people are a bunch of… toads, I guess—just sitting there staring blankly, not doing much of anything.

"And that's going to make things very difficult when the ghosts arrive." "What ghosts?" Franny asked. "The ghosts," Duty-Fran said. "Yeah, they show up every time something like this happens." "What are you talking about?" Franny asked.

Duty-Fran raised her voice a bit. "THE GHOSTS. They always show up about now." Franny scoffed. "I'm not afraid of ghosts, you know. I mean, I was when I was little, but not anymore." "That's because you don't have a sense of fear. But I know somebody who does."