The Test Begins

The Test Begins

The Queen stared at Sprite. “ This is a hard test. ” “ You bragged too much, Sprite, ” Hob whispere. “ She doesn’t like you. ”

“ What do we do?” Feather asked. Sprite shrugged. “ Just follow the wish smoke. ” She zoomed off without the others.

“ I will go too, ” the Queen said. “ I must see every part of your wish granting. May I offer you a ride?”

The fairies climbed into the Queen’s carriage. The swallows darted into the air, lifting it. “ Your carriage is beautiful, ” Feather said. Hob nodded. “ This is the way to fly! ”

The carriage followed the wish smoke to a garden party. Sprite was sitting on a rosebush. She frowned at the carriage. “ Why didn’t I get a ride?”