After sharing many possible names back and forth, they decided on: The Homeschool of Enchanted Wisdom.

It was not surrounded by walls or gates.

It could be seen by all but quite magically could only be entered by those with curious hearts and open minds.

It sat amidst a beautiful clearing surrounded by ancient trees that whispered softly in the wind.

Butterflies, large and small, of every color unimaginable fluttered through the classrooms.

Streams sang their gentle songs nearby.

Even clouds seemed to slow down their dance across the skies to listen.

Creatures from all over Blissville came to learn—some intentionally, some drawn by an inner instinct and some from the echoes they heard humming in the forest hotline of animal and children chatter.