2 Fairy Spell 1 MONKERIDOO!

MNKERIDOO!

Fairy Mom and the Monkey Business One day I was watching Fairy Mom learning magic from Fenella, her Fairy Tutor on FairyTube. She was learning a weather spell called Raineridoo. I was watching from under a regular umbrella while my mom practiced with one that floated in the air. I really wanted a magic umbrella too, but at least I got to watch. "You can use lots of different spells to stop the rain," Fenella said on the computer screen. "Try 'Normeridoo' with the code four-five-two. It's a very useful spell."

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My mom pressed 4-5-2 on her Computawand and said, "Normeridoo!" and the rain stopped instantly. After my mom had finished the lesson and turned back into a regular mom, I sighed. "What's wrong, Ella?" she asked. "I'm tired of being a Fairy in Waiting," I said. "I want to be a real fairy and do real magic and save the day." Mom laughed. "Every little fairy girl feels that way," she said. "I promise you'll get your chance when you're older. Now, what can we do to cheer you up?" "Go roller-skating with Lenka and Tom?" I said. "They're meeting at the park." "Oh, I'm sorry," Mom said. "I forgot that we're going to lunch with Dad's boss, Mr. Lee. But that will be fun too!" I didn't believe her. Then Dad came in. "Time to get ready for the lunch," he said. "Mr. Lee is very important, so we must make a good impression."

Now I knew the lunch wouldn't be fun. I put on my best dress, and my mom did my hair. She was trying to do French braids, but Ollie kept pulling her arm and she kept dropping pieces of hair. "Be good, Ollie!" I said, but I don't think Ollie knows what "good" means. "Right," Dad said, walking in. He was wearing his fanciest suit and a blue polka-dot tie. "Are we all ready? Let's get in the car." Mom reached for a ribbon, then dropped a piece of my hair again. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I think I need some help." She stamped her feet three times, clapped her hands, wiggled her behind and said, "Marshmallow,"…and POOF! She was a fairy. When my mom turns into a fairy, she still looks like herself but even more beautiful. The sunlight was gleaming on her wings, and her dress was all sparkly and her silver crown shimmered. She waved her Computawand, pressed a code —bleep-bleep-bloop—and said, "Braidseridoo!"

A moment later, my hair was in the neatest, most beautiful braids I'd ever seen, tied with red ribbons in bows. "Mom!" I said. "These are so pretty! You're the best! Look, Dad!" But when I looked at Dad, I gasped. Normally he has short brown hair. But now he had long