A/N: Has anybody ever read any of the Magic Charm Books? They're by Elizabeth Koda-Callan. Well, this story is a Webkinz Magic Charm story. It's about how a special teacher and a certain present help one student overcome her problems.

The teacher is modeled after a very special teacher I had once, but none of the other characters in this story are modeled after anybody I know.

I do not own Webkinz World.

Chapter 1:

It was a normal day in Webkinz Central School. For most creatures, any way.

For the young creatures in Peter the Black Friesian's after school theater program, however, it was a day of tension and anticipation. Today was the day Peter would announce what play they would be performing. The roles would be, too. All hoped they would have a part in the play.

All the young Webkinz slowly came into the room and sat down. Peter had yet to arrive. Then again, he always came in at the last minute.

Phoebe, the Golden Retriever, sat next to her best friend n the whole world, Melanie the chocolate lab. This was their first time acting in a play.

Across the aisle from them, Asher the Cheeky Cat sat next to his twin brother, Winston. There was a set of twin tigers as well. They were named Richard and Basil. They, like Asher and Winston, were sitting next to each other.

Phoebe continued to gaze about the room, taking in the other young creatures. There were two bulldogs named Carlisle and Gabriel, a lion named Joseph, a pink poodle named Carnation, a Cheeky Monkey named Sassy, A leopard named David, a Persian Cat named Snowflake, an Alley Cat named Sylvia, a Black Cat named Bonnie, and a Raccoon named Isaac. None had met before this, and all were a little shy of each other.

However, on their first day, they had all been won over by Peter, the teacher. He had come in with a smile for all of them. "Hello," he had said. "I am Peter, and please call me just that." He had seemed like such a nice, kind, caring creature that everyone had loved him instantly.

Phoebe was snapped from her thoughts as the door opened. Peter poked his black head in the door and smiled. "Hello everyone," he said.

Phoebe and the rest of the class smiled back at Peter. "Hi Peter," they all chorused.

Peter walked into the classroom. "I'm sure you're all eager to know what play we're putting on," he said. Everyone in the room waited silently. "Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer. We will be doing the play The Comedy of Errors."

"Isn't that one of Shakespeare's plays?" Sylvia asked.

"Indeed it is," Peter said, nodding. "One of the funnier ones, too. I think we'll all enjoy it."

"Are there parts for all of us?" Isaac asked.

"Yes," Peter said. He riffled through some notes and then began handing out parts. "Basil," he began, "You will be Antipholus of Syracuse. Richard, you're Antipholus of Ephesus. Asher will be Dromio of Syracuse. Winston will be Dromio of Ephesus. Phoebe will be Luciana. Melanie will be Adriana. Carlisle and Gabriel will be the two officers. Joseph will be the Duke. Carnation will be the Courtesan. Sassy will be Luce. David will be Aegeon. Snowflake will be Aemilia. Sylvia will be Angela. Bonnie will be the Merchant. Last but not least, Isaac will be Dr. Pinch." He looked up. "I think that's everyone." Then he pulled out sixteen stapled packets of paper and handed them out to everyone. "Here are copies of the play, so you can get started on learning your lines. But don't start that right now. There's something else that needs doing at this moment."

"What's that?" Asher asked.

"We need to get you measured for your costumes for the play," Peter replied. He walked to the door and said, "Come on."

The sixteen Webkinz actors got up from their seats and followed Peter out of the basement of the school where the group met, out of the school, across the street, and into the basement of a theater. Peter smiled at their faces as they looked around in wonder. "I work here, you see," he explained. "I do this kind of thing for a living."

When they arrived downstairs, they noticed a group of thirty two creatures, all in their teen years. Peter swept a hoof towards them. "My assistants," he explained. "They will be measuring you, and they will be assisting me in making your costumes." Two by two the assistants came forwards and took an actor to an empty spot in the room and measured them.

By the time this was done, it was the end of their session for the day.