Felicity the Friday Fairy : A Rainbow Magic Book (9780545308823) Read online

  Cooking Up a Storm

  A Suspicious Salesman

  Goblin After Gran!

  Disaster Strikes!

  Time for a Trick

  Friday Fun!

  “Here’s the recipe,” Rachel Walker said, showing the cookbook to her best friend, Kirsty Tate. “Don’t they look delicious?”

  Kirsty looked at the picture and nodded. “I love gingerbread men!” she said.

  “Gran always bakes gingerbread cookies for my birthday,” Rachel explained. “I thought we could make some for her, since she’s coming over today.” She laughed as her shaggy dog, Buttons, trotted into the kitchen and looked up at the two girls hopefully. “Buttons likes them, too!”

  At that moment, Mrs. Walker, Rachel’s mom, followed Buttons into the room.

  “Gran will be here soon,” she said. “We’d better get started, girls. I’ll find the cookie cutter. You two gather all the ingredients.”

  “OK, Mom,” Rachel agreed. “I’ll get the eggs. Kirsty, could you get the flour? It’s in that cabinet near the sink.”

  Rachel opened the fridge and Kirsty went to find the flour. Mrs. Walker searched through the drawers for the cookie cutter.

  “Mom, we don’t have any eggs,” Rachel called, her head still inside the fridge.

  “And there isn’t any flour in this cabinet,” added Kirsty, scooting jars and boxes aside to check. “That’s funny,” Mrs. Walker said, shaking her head. “I thought we had plenty of both. And I’m sure I saw the cookie cutter only a few days ago.” She frowned. “Maybe it went up to the attic in that box of kitchen equipment we don’t use anymore. I’ll go and check.”

  “We’re not doing very well, are we?” Rachel sighed as her mom left the room. “This isn’t any fun at all.”

  “You know why, don’t you?” Kirsty pointed out. “It’s because it’s Friday, and Felicity the Friday Fairy’s flag is still missing!”

  Rachel and Kirsty shared a special, magical secret. They had become friends with the fairies and were helping their tiny friends find the missing Fun Day Flags! Without the flags, the seven Fun Day Fairies couldn’t recharge their wands with the wonderful magic that made every day of the week fun. And without that magic, the human world was blah and boring.

  The flags had been stolen from Fairyland by nasty Jack Frost and his mean goblins. But Jack Frost had quickly become annoyed when the flags’ magic made the goblins stop working. With the flags around, they only wanted to have fun and play pranks. So Jack Frost cast a powerful spell that sent the flags spinning into the human world.

  “You’re right, Kirsty,” Rachel agreed. “Oh, I hope we find Felicity’s flag before the goblins do!”

  The goblins had missed having fun so much that they had disobeyed Jack Frost. They escaped from Fairyland and followed the flags into the human world! But Rachel and Kirsty had managed to get the better of the goblins so far, and they’d already returned the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday flags to the fairies.

  “We’ll do our best,” Kirsty replied firmly. “The Fun Day Fairies are counting on us.”

  Suddenly, the doorbell rang. “That must be Gran!” Rachel exclaimed.

  The two girls hurried down the hall, and Rachel opened the front door. As she did, a strong gust of wind pushed the door wide open.

  “Hello, girls,” Gran said, smiling. “I’ve had a nice walk over here, but it’s rather windy.”

  “Hi, Gran,” Rachel replied, beaming as her grandma gave her a big hug. “Come in.”

  “Hello,” said Kirsty warmly.

  “You must be Kirsty!” Gran declared, giving Kirsty a hug, too. “Do call me Gran, dear. I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already!” Kirsty smiled. “OK, Gran!” she agreed.

  “It’s very odd,” Rachel’s grandma continued as she stepped into the hall. “While I was walking here, I had the strangest feeling that I was being followed, but when I looked, there was nobody behind me.” She laughed and shook her head. “I must be imagining things!”

  Rachel closed the door as her grandma unbuttoned her coat and hung it up in the closet. As Gran turned back to the girls, Rachel noticed a beautiful purple scarf knotted around her neck. The silky material looked familiar, and Rachel frowned.

  “That’s a pretty scarf, Gran,” she said. “Have you worn it before?”

  “No, I just bought it yesterday at a secondhand store,” Gran explained, untying the scarf. “I love the lilac color and the sun pattern. Look!”

  She shook the scarf out and held it up. Rachel and Kirsty glanced at each other in amazement.

  It was the missing Fun Day Flag!

  “It’s beautiful,” Rachel said to her grandma.

  “Yes, it is,” Kirsty agreed. She winked at her friend as Gran tied the scarf back around her neck.

  Just then, Rachel’s mom hurried down the stairs. “Hello, Mom,” she said, kissing Gran on the cheek. Then she turned to Rachel and Kirsty. “Sorry, girls, I couldn’t find the cookie cutter in the attic. I’ll have to look in the kitchen again.”

  Rachel was so excited she could hardly wait until her mom and her grandma had walked into the kitchen and out of earshot.

  “Kirsty, we’ve already found the Friday flag!” she whispered, beaming with joy. “I can hardly believe it!”

  “You mean the flag found us,” Kirsty pointed out. “What should we do now? We can’t just take the scarf off your grandma!”

  Rachel thought for a moment. “You’re right, but the flag’s safe for now,” she replied. “We’ll just have to wait for Felicity to arrive.”

  “Meanwhile, we can’t let the flag out of our sight,” Kirsty said anxiously. “There may be goblins around.”

  Rachel nodded. Quickly, the two girls hurried into the kitchen, where Rachel’s grandma was proudly showing the scarf to Mrs. Walker.

  “We were going to make gingerbread men for a snack, Gran,” Rachel explained. “But we couldn’t find any flour or eggs.”

  “Or the cookie cutter,” added Kirsty.

  “Oh, well. Buttons needs a walk, anyway,” said Mrs. Walker. “I’ll take him out and pick up all the things we need at the same time.”

  “OK, Mom,” replied Rachel. “Buttons!”

  She took Buttons’s leash off the hook by the back door, and Buttons began jumping around excitedly, swishing his long furry tail.

  “I won’t be long,” Mrs. Walker said, picking up her coat. “Maybe you girls could offer our guest a drink while I’m out.”

  “What would you like, Gran?” asked Rachel, as Mrs. Walker and Buttons left the house.

  “Oh, a glass of juice would be nice, dear. Thank you,” Gran replied.

  While Gran went and sat down in the living room, Rachel and Kirsty got the juice out of the fridge.

  “I wonder when Felicity will get here,” Kirsty said as they put the juice and three glasses on a tray.

  “I’m sure she’ll arrive before Gran goes home,” replied Rachel. “If not, we’ll have to think of a reason to borrow the scarf and take it back to Fairyland ourselves!”

  Rachel carried the tray to the living room, and Kirsty went ahead to open the door for her. As Kirsty did, she glanced over at the window and gasped! A mean, green face was staring at them through the glass. It was a goblin!

  Rachel had put the tray down and was pouring Gran a glass of juice. She saw Kirsty staring at the window and looked over herself, catching a glimpse of the goblin just before he dodged out of sight. The girls glanced at each other anxiously.

  “We’re just going
to clean up the kitchen, Gran,” Rachel said breathlessly. She and Kirsty hurried out into the hall.

  “Your grandma said she thought she was being followed — it must have been that goblin!” Kirsty whispered. “He’s after the Fun Day Flag!”

  “I wish Buttons was here,” said Rachel, biting her lip. “The goblins are scared of dogs. He’d have kept them away.”

  “There could be more than one goblin, too,” said Kirsty. “What do we do?”

  But before they could decide, the doorbell rang. Kirsty and Rachel jumped.

  “Mom can’t be back already,” Rachel said with a frown. “Anyway, she probably took her key. I wonder who it is?”

  The girls went down the hall and opened the front door cautiously. There, on the doorstep, was a very strange-looking man. He was short, but was wearing an extremely long coat, along with sunglasses and a big hat. He held a bunch of orange marigolds in his hand.

  “I’m selling flowers,” the man said in a rough, gruff voice. “Do you want some? They’re very cheap!”

  Rachel and Kirsty stared at the short salesman. Kirsty could see a long green nose poking out from under the hat, and Rachel could see big, green feet sticking out from under the hem of the coat. The girls looked at each other and nodded. The salesman was a goblin!

  “Look, beautiful flowers!” the goblin said impatiently, thrusting the flowers under the girls’ noses. Rachel could see that some of the flowers still had roots attached to the stems. She realized that the goblin had just torn them up from the front yard!

  “Will you buy them?” the goblin asked, hopping eagerly from one foot to the other. “All I want in return is one lilac scarf! Just one teeny-weeny little scarf, that’s all! But it must be lilac. With a sun pattern on it!”

  Rachel put her hands on her hips and stared hard at the goblin. “You’re not fooling us for one minute, Mr. Goblin!” she said firmly. “And my dad’s going to be really annoyed that you’ve been pulling up his marigolds!”

  The goblin scowled, threw the flowers at Kirsty, and ran off down the path as fast as he could, almost tripping over the hem of his coat.

  “I managed to catch most of the flowers!” Kirsty said, picking up one that had fallen on the step. “Maybe we can put them in a vase for your mom.”

  “We’re going to have to protect Gran from the goblins!” Rachel said, closing the door.

  Kirsty nodded. “I hope Felicity gets here soon,” she added.

  At that moment, a burst of magical purple sparkles swirled from the bright orange marigolds in Kirsty’s hand. Then, a tiny fairy popped her head out from between two of the flowers and waved at the girls.

  “It’s Felicity the Friday Fairy,” cried Rachel. “She’s here!”

  Felicity fluttered out from the bunch of flowers, lilac sparkles and orange marigold petals drifting around her. She wore a purple dress with long, bell-shaped sleeves, a lilac belt with a heart-shaped buckle, and knee-length purple boots.

  “Hello, girls,” Felicity said eagerly. “Do you know where my flag is? The Book of Days said you would.”

  The Book of Days was in Fairyland. It was looked after by Francis the frog, the Royal Time Guard. Every morning he checked the book to make sure that he put the correct Fun Day Flag at the top of the flagpole on the Fairyland Time Tower. Ever since the flags had disappeared, poems had been showing up in the Book of Days. Each poem gave clues to where the flags might be.

  Felicity flicked back her curly blonde hair and recited:

  “The girls will know its hiding place,

  The trick will be to keep it safe,

  Once the flag is in your care,

  Beware the goblins everywhere!”

  “Yes, we do know where the flag is, Felicity,” Kirsty said quickly.

  “Hooray!” Felicity cried, twirling happily in midair. “I can’t wait to see my beautiful flag again. Where is it?”

  “It’s around my grandma’s neck,” Rachel explained. “She’s wearing it as a scarf!”

  “But there are goblins here, too,” added Kirsty. “We don’t know how many.”

  Felicity looked serious. “Girls, I think there could be lots of goblins! I saw two of them hanging around by the back door.”

  “Oh no!” Rachel gasped, looking worried. “That’s where Buttons’s dog door is. The goblins are small enough to get into the house that way!”

  Felicity and Kirsty looked concerned.

  “Quick, we have to find out if they’re in the house!” Felicity said anxiously.

  The girls rushed through the house to the back door, with Felicity zooming along behind them. They reached it just in time to see two goblins quietly creeping into the living room.

  “Gran’s in there alone!” whispered Rachel.

  “With the flag,” groaned Kirsty. “We have to go after them!”

  Kirsty, Rachel, and Felicity dashed through the living room door. Gran was sitting on the sofa, finishing her juice, and the goblins were peeking over the back of the sofa. They were whispering to each other and pointing at Gran’s scarf.

  Gran put down her empty glass and reached for a magazine from the coffee table. She sat back and began flipping through the pages. Then, before the girls could do anything, one goblin climbed onto the shoulders of the other and slowly reached out to pull the flag from around Gran’s neck.

  “Oh no, you don’t!” Rachel said loudly.

  Gran looked startled and dropped the magazine. The goblins both jumped in fright and fell over, the top one tumbling off the shoulders of the other. Glaring at the girls, both goblins got to their feet and began dusting themselves off.

  Felicity landed on Kirsty’s shoulder and hid behind her hair as the girls hurried into the room.

  Meanwhile, Rachel’s grandma was looking confused. “What’s the matter, dear?” she asked. “Why don’t you want me to read that magazine?”

  “Uh … um …” Rachel stammered, trying to think of something to say.

  “Rachel just meant that she wanted to hand the magazine to you,” Kirsty said quickly. “She didn’t want you to have to get up from the sofa.”

  Gran smiled. “I’m not so old that I can’t get a magazine for myself!” She laughed as Rachel carefully gave the magazine back to her. “But thank you for being thoughtful.”

  As Gran flipped through the magazine, Rachel glanced over at the goblins. “I think we should get my grandma out of the house,” she whispered to Kirsty. “We have to keep her away from the goblins.”

  Kirsty nodded in agreement.

  “Gran, would you like to go out and see the yard?” Rachel asked. “The flowers are so pretty, and we bought a new birdbath last week.”

  “I’d love to, dear,” Gran replied.

  Rachel opened the French doors and they all went outside. It was still very windy, but the patio was sheltered and it was nice and warm in the sun.

  “Remember to watch out for goblins everywhere!” Felicity whispered in Kirsty’s ear.

  Kirsty nodded to let the fairy know that she’d heard her.

  “There’s the new birdbath,” Rachel said, pointing to the middle of the grassy yard.

  “It looks lovely,” Gran said admiringly. “And aren’t these marigolds beautiful?” she added, stopping as they walked across the patio to admire the bright orange flowers.

  All of a sudden, Kirsty caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked around. The Walkers’ clothesline stretched behind them and ran the whole length of the yard. A goblin was whizzing along the line, hanging onto it with his big, green hands as he slid along! And he was heading straight toward Rachel’s grandma, his knobby, long fingers reaching out to grab the Friday flag!

  Rachel spotted the goblin, too. She glanced at Kirsty, her eyes wide with worry.

  Kirsty knew they had to do something — and fast. “Oh, look!” she exclaimed loudly. “Is that a baby robin drinking from the birdbath?”

  “Really?” Gran said. She forgot all about the flowers an
d headed across the yard toward the birdbath, just as the goblin sailed past and reached for the flag. He missed completely! Unable to stop himself, he whizzed to the end of the clothesline and fell headfirst into a thick shrub.

  “I can’t see the baby robin,” Rachel said quickly. She could hear the goblin moaning and muttering behind her, and she didn’t want her grandma to notice. “But isn’t the birdbath pretty, Gran? Look at this engraved pattern on the side.”

  “And look at the beautiful dahlias at the other end of the yard,” Kirsty added.

  Gran looked interested, and the girls quickly led her away from the goblin.

  “Good job,” Felicity whispered in Kirsty’s ear.

  “I just wonder how many more goblins are lurking around,” Kirsty whispered back.

  As they walked along the yard, away from the sheltered patio, the wind grew stronger. The big beech tree was swaying as they passed underneath it, and Rachel could see a long green branch hanging down.

  The wind must have broken one of the branches, she thought. But then Rachel realized it wasn’t a branch at all. It was a goblin hanging upside-down, waiting to grab Gran’s scarf!

  His eyes were shining greedily as Gran walked closer and closer.

  Rachel desperately looked over her shoulder at Kirsty and Felicity, and pointed to the goblin. Immediately, Felicity popped out from behind Kirsty’s hair and waved her wand. A few lilac sparkles whizzed toward Gran and drifted around the purse she was carrying. Suddenly, the purse fell out of Gran’s hand and onto the path.

  “Oh my!” Gran exclaimed. “How clumsy of me!” She bent to pick up her bag at the same time that the goblin made a grab for the flag. The goblin missed. He muttered to himself as he swung to and fro. Then, glaring at Felicity and the girls, he pulled himself back up into the tree and out of sight. Felicity smiled and flew over to hide in Rachel’s pocket.