6. Bright and Breezy

Suddenly, Kirsty and Rachel caught a glimpse of Abigail flying to their rescue. "Don't worry about us," Kirsty shouted above the wind. "Just catch the Breeze Feather!" Rachel yelled. Abigail must have heard them, because she nodded firmly and sped off after the feather again. She seemed about to grab it, when the wind snatched it away from her. Rachel let out a cry, but then she saw a rope of tiny golden leaves snake out from Abigail's wand and wrap around the Breeze Feather. The tiny fairy pulled the feather toward her and finally managed to grab hold of it. She immediately waved it in a complicated pattern. "Wind, stop!" she ordered.

With a soft sigh, the roaring wind died. Kirsty and Rachel could immediately fly properly again. Abigail flew over to join them. "It's wonderful to have the Breeze Feather back safe and sound!" she said happily. "What about the goblin?" asked Kirsty. Abigail frowned. "Leave him to me!" She pointed the feather at the hot-air balloon. "Wind, blow!" she commanded. An enormous puff of wind rocked the balloon.

The goblin hung over the basket. His face looked green. "I feel sick," he moaned. "You shouldn't have eaten Twiglet's dinner, then!" Rachel told him. "I wish I hadn't," replied the goblin gloomily. "It wasn't very good, anyway!" Abigail waved the Breeze Feather a second time and the big red and orange balloon blew high into the sky. The goblin's cries faded as the balloon flew out of sight.

Kirsty, Rachel, and Abigail flew to the festival and slid down one of the tents to the ground. Abigail waved her wand, and Kirsty and Rachel grew back to their normal size. They peeked out from behind the tent. Now that the wind had stopped, people were running around organizing their stalls. Over on the lawn, Twiglet was chewing contentedly.

"Mr. McDougall gave Twiglet a dog biscuit to chew on," said Kirsty. "I bet it tastes better than that goblin's clothes!" laughed Rachel. "Kirsty!" called Kirsty's gran. Abigail quickly zoomed onto Kirsty's shoulder and hid beneath her hair. "Gran!" Suddenly, Kirsty remembered what had happened to her gran's cake. So why was her gran wearing such a big smile?

"I won first prize!" said Mrs. Tate, her eyes shining. "The judge said my cake was delicious. He couldn't help tasting it when it was all over his face!" The girls were just congratulating Mrs. Tate when Mrs. Adelstrop stomped past, scowling. Kirsty's gran chuckled. "She's won first prize for the last three years. It's time someone else had a chance!"