A Wishbit

A Wishbit

Bumble flew around in circles. “ A wish! ” Feather watched the wish smoke. “ It’s forming words! ”

“ A boy named Joey wants a bike, ” Sprite said. The fairies looked at one another. “ What do we do now?” Hob asked.

Sprite checked the book. “ We follow the smoke. ” Hob groaned. “ I hope it’s not a long flight. ”

The smoke led to a house in town. The fairies peered through a window. “ Joey and his family! ” Bumble whispered.

Feather made a face. “ Yuck. He has an army cake. It’s not very pretty. ” Suddenly Joey’s brother glanced up. He looked right at the fairies!