6. Fairy Repairs

Fairy Repairs Rachel and Kirsty hurried across the fields and into the woods. Rachel carefully held Queenie in her cupped hands, while Sunny flew behind them, her rainbow-colored wings shimmering in the sun. "There's the willow tree where the pot is hidden," Kirsty said. She went over and parted the branches, which hung right down to the ground. The black pot lay on its side in the grass. A large, green frog hopped out from behind it.

"Bertram!" Sunny flew down and hugged him. "I'm so glad you're here!" Bertram bowed his head. "It's a pleasure, Miss Sunny," he said. "Miss Ruby and Miss Amber will be delighted to see you."

Suddenly, a shower of red and orange fairy dust shot up out of the pot, followed by Ruby and Amber. "Sunny!" Ruby shouted. "It really is you!"

"It's so good to have you back!" Amber called happily. Kirsty and Rachel smiled as the fairies hugged and kissed one another. The air around them fizzed with red flowers, orange bubbles, and tiny, yellow butterflies. Ruby flew onto Kirsty's shoulder. "Thank you, Rachel and Kirsty," she said. "Now three of us are safe." Then she spotted Queenie lying on Rachel's hand. "Who is this?" she asked. "This is my friend Queenie," Sunny explained. "She helped me get my wand back after the goblins stole it." "Goblins?" Ruby shuddered. "You were very brave to fight them, Queenie." She flew down and stroked Queenie's head.

"One of the goblins used my wand to hurt Queenie's wing. Can you help her?" Sunny asked her sisters. Amber thought hard. "I could mend Queenie's wing if I had a fairy needle and thread," she said. Then she looked sad. "But I don't have any here in the pot." Then Rachel remembered something. "Kirsty! What about the magic bags that the Fairy Queen gave us?" "Oh, yes," Kirsty said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her bag. It was glowing with a soft, silver light. When she opened it, a cloud of glitter shot up into the air. Kirsty slipped her hand into the bag. "There's something here." She drew out a tiny, shining needle, threaded with fine spider silk. She held it out to Amber.

"Perfect!" Amber said. She flew onto Rachel's hand and sat next to Queenie. Amber stroked Queenie's black-and-yellow head. "Don't worry," she said. "It's fairy magic, so it won't hurt." Kirsty watched as Amber carefully wove the needle in and out of the torn wing. The row of stitches glowed like tiny silver dots.