4 Fairy Spell 3 Betteridoo!

Fairy Spell #3 BETTERIDOO!

How Not to Cure the fairy Flu with a Bouncing Bed One morning I went into Mom's bedroom and stopped in shock. She had red spots all over her face and was blowing her nose. "Mom," I gasped. "I think you're sick!" "I know," Mom said in a croaky voice. "I need some medicine." Mom tried all the different medicines in the cabinet, but nothing worked. Eventually, Dad had to call the doctor. The doctor came and looked at Mom's spots. He took her temperature and looked in her ears. "You have a very unusual kind of flu," he

said. "You must rest and then you will get better." "Rest?" said Mom. "Yes," said the doctor. "Rest." Mom doesn't like rest. She likes working hard and having fun and being busy. As soon as the doctor left, she got out of bed. She looked very wobbly, but she didn't want to show it. She stamped her feet three times, clapped her hands, wiggled her behind and said, "Marshmallow,"… and POOF! She was Fairy Mom. But her wings were all dull and droopy, and her crown didn't shimmer. "I am going to cure myself with magic," she told Dad and me. "I think that's a bad idea," Dad said, looking alarmed. But Mom pointed the Computawand at herself and pressed a code—bleep-bleep-bloop. "Betteridoo!" We all waited. But Mom's spots didn't go away and her nose was still runny. Her wings

drooped even farther. "Do you feel better?" Dad asked. "No," Mom said. "I don't know what's wrong. I'm going to look at the Fairy Doctor App." She started scrolling down her screen, searching for a spell. Just then, Granny came in.

"Of course, you have fairy flu," she said as soon as she saw Mom. "I'm afraid there is no

spell for fairy flu. If you try to cure it with magic, you'll make it worse. You must drink hot lemon water. And you definitely must not try any more magic." "You probably need a good rest too, like the doctor said," Dad said. "I don't want a good rest," said Mom. "I want to get better." She looked very, very annoyed. "Toffee apple," she said, and went back to bed. —After lunch I went to see how Mom was feeling. She was sitting up in bed all alone in her nightgown, drinking hot lemon water and reading her Spell Book. Mom hardly ever gets her Spell Book out. It's very old and the writing is very tiny and the pages are very thin. It was written hundreds of years ago by the Old, Old Fairies. Nowadays most fairies have Computawands to tell them their spells instead. And they use Spell Apps too sometimes.